Someplace, a person with red hair and no cultivation walked through a street with plenty of people. He was a young man and seemed occupied. Inside his thoughts, he was viciously grinning. He looked in every direction, then concluded the number of these people would suffice as a requirement of his plan.
And now he could finally get information about where his master was.
"Hehehehe."
The person made light through their palms. It was a ball of red light, and as obnoxiously bright it was, it took some people's attention.
They all looked at him, staring at his strangely appealing outfit. And the light that was on his palm started growing violently.
They were all dazed, unpleasantly looking at him with a hint of disdain and unease. What could be this person doing in the middle of the road? Was he crazy? Standing at the center of a rowdy crowd is an obvious obstruction.
"What was he doing? Does he intend to play with a light treasure?"
