In the misty night, a young man appeared, tall and slightly broad-shouldered. He was not bulky, but there was a palpable sense of strength about him.
He walked unhurriedly, with a mysterious rhythm in his steps, each step striking like tapping a special spirit drum, resonating in one's chest.
Was he making his move already?
Nearby, some young people felt a tightness in their chests, extremely uncomfortable, as if their hearts resonated with his footsteps.
Many realized that this newcomer was no ordinary person!
In the deep night, without the light of Fire Spring, the wilderness seemed soaked in ink, invisible to the ordinary eye.
As the young man approached, his eyes were bright and piercing in the darkness, like two lanterns; his steps were steady, each measured precisely in distance and force.
