Yun City train station was bustling with noise, a square teeming with people. The cries of street vendors, lovers bidding farewell, occasional arguments erupted from misunderstandings, but the most common sound was that of taxi horns.
The train finally arrived, and many who were there to pick up passengers surged towards the exit, hoping to catch the first glimpse of long-missed friends. Taxi drivers also looked anxiously at the exit, easily discerning who needed a taxi.
In due time, passengers poured out of the exit carrying heavy luggage. Their expressions were mostly tired but upon seeing their greeters, they inadvertently revealed delighted smiles.
During this rush, a man leisurely walked out of the exit. He was dressed in ordinary casual clothes, with no baggage in his hands.
Two taxi drivers, sensing a remarkable aura around him—an aura typical of someone in a high position—believed they got a potential customer; walked up and loudly asked, "Do you need a taxi, Sir?"
