There were an old man selling firewood, beggars, diners eating at the stalls, a woman languidly pushing open a window and looking out, a peddler sighing, a woman bargaining for a bundle of firewood, and children running and playing, holding green fruits high in their hands, smiling…
The old man suddenly stopped and looked at Han Fei. "Fang Zheng! Do you feel anything?"
Han Fei had already taken the entirety of this place into his eyes, because he knew that everyone had their own life opportunities, birth, old age, illness, and death. They all had their own hardships that couldn't be resolved. Even if he was a dominator, he couldn't resolve the hardships of everyone in the world!
Han Fei said casually, "Good."
"Good? What's good about it?"
