Song You thanked Advisor Zhang, Mr. Qiao, and Big Belly Jiang before leaving the camp. He passed through the city again, this time walking more slowly than on his way there.0

The oppressive aura of killing intent in the city seemed to grow heavier with each passing moment.0

The Daoist strolled leisurely, observing his surroundings. When encountering large convoys of carts and horses, he stepped aside to let them pass, exchanging glances with those who cast their eyes his way.0

In his heart, a peculiar feeling began to take root—0

For many of these people, it was likely the first time he had made eye contact with them, and it might also be the last. For some, it was because the vastness of the world made even a fleeting meeting rare and precious. Every ordinary moment of passing by someone, no matter how unremarkable it seemed, was inherently invaluable. For others, it was because they would not survive the battles to come.0

Song You walked, pausing now and then, meeting their gazes and nodding.0

These people were all vividly alive, each with unique appearances and personalities. They passed by him in different ways—some avoided his gaze, some met his eyes, some nodded in greeting, some smiled and cupped their hands respectfully, and some glanced at him furtively or waited until they had walked a distance before daring to look back. 0

At first glance, these...0