"F*ck? Was that thunder?"
Under the shade of trees outside the residential area, Ji Jue felt the ground suddenly shake and couldn't help but look up toward the distant neighborhood... where the outburst of Spiritual Fluctuation was erupting.
Like a storm.
The aura he could sense was familiar, yet it no longer held any gentleness or patience but was absolutely tyrannical. It transformed from a spring breeze into a snowstorm of harsh winter, from the warm sun into chaotic, raging lava.
Is that Old Zhang?!
"This... is a bit exaggerated, right?" Ji Jue was stunned.
"Of course, it is, Old Zhang was one of the first elders when the Cliff City Security Bureau was established."
