Once it was about time, Zhou Lifen took his post and open the gate. The crowd immediately rushed forward, pushing one another, trying to force their way through.
Seeing their moments, Zhou Lifen frowned and glared at them. They immediately slowed down.
It wasn't just a simple glare. Zhou Lifen deliberately released a bit of his soul force pressure them. To the cultivators below his level, standing in the front lines, it felt as if a mountain had suddenly materialized over their heads.
The forward momentum of the crowd died instantly. Those in the front row dug their heels into the cobblestones, nearly tripping over themselves, while those behind them slammed into their backs.
"What's going on?" Someone near the back complained, craning their neck to see: "Why did we stop?"
"Shh! Shut up if you want to keep your skin!" a sweat-drenched cultivator in the front whispered back fiercely, his eyes wide as he stared at the tall, imposing figure guarding the entrance.
