Chapter 292: The Power of the Masses
# 292. The Power of the Masses
Chu Caiwei pursed her lips, her bright almond-shaped eyes following that figure until he disappeared into the golden bowl. The big-eyed beauty still couldn’t shake off the scene she had just witnessed.
*So majestic...* she thought.
"Young Master Xu is simply a divine being," the white-robed arcanists sighed in genuine admiration.
To them, such a display of grace and grandeur was too avant-garde, too innovative. It left an immense impact on their hearts.
In comparison, their Senior Brother Yang, who could only repeat his catchphrase, "There are none like me upon this land," seemed utterly lacking.
As this thought crossed their minds, both the white-robed arcanists and Chu Caiwei instinctively turned to look at Yang Qianhuan, only to see him trembling all over.
“So this... this is how it can be done... This is how it can be done... In front of countless people from the capital, before the great officials and nobles of the Great Feng, to drink boldly, to recite poetry with grandeur, and to face battle valiantly.
“Just imagining it makes my brain tremble. This... this is the extreme I have been pursuing, the feeling I desire... I never imagined he could achieve it so easily.