And so, Yan Fei was surrounded by more children and old folks. Like witnessing a grand spectacle, the children were thronging with excitement, the elders were trembling with anticipation. They had heard tales of figures like Xiangyu, capable of lifting cauldrons, Jin Wushu, who could lift iron dragons, Li Yuanba who dared to curse the heavens. Today, they felt as if the heavens had gifted them a sight before their death - a living legend in flesh and blood!
The residential areas were somewhat wider, but the path was slower to traverse than the narrow one before. There were water channels everywhere, both visible and concealed, demanding caution. Some people had laid bricks near their doorsteps. Yan Fei paid no heed. He trod onwards, the bricks crunching under his feet. When he moved on, fragments of the bricks marked his passage.
