The north wind howled, yellow sand swept through.
Lin Fan stood outside the main city gate of the Xuan Clan, letting the fierce wind beat against him, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
He stood coldly, his heart as calm as still water.
The bustling crowd was lively, as if nothing had happened.
Just like usual.
However.
Lin Fan ignored the crowd, staring straight through the city gate at the high main hall in the distance that pierced the clouds, occupying a thousand feet.
The crowd came and went around him incessantly, with no signs of anything amiss.
Yet Lin Fan keenly sensed a hint of wrongness.
Behind the smiling faces of the crowd, worry and fear lurked in the shadows.
Lin Fan couldn't help but frown slightly, his gaze growing sharper and deeper.
Perhaps it was precisely this gaze that set him apart from others, causing many passersby to glance at Lin Fan, casting puzzled and confused looks his way.
