Step, step, step!
Bai Qi's robe fluttered as he strolled down the wide, long street, neither walking fast nor deliberately lingering.
Practitioners emerging from one Martial Arts Hall after another, whether strong or weak, stout or thin, tall or short, resembled layers of dark clouds pressing down, intending to swallow that upright figure whole.
But Bai Qi's gaze was steady, his state of mind unchanged, allowing the intense resentment, hatred, murderous intent, and various fierce emotions to assault him like a torrential downpour.
"I am Sumeru, the evil heart is the ocean, troubles are the waves, poison is the evil dragon, illusions are the spirits..."
