In Jiang Wang's observation, this figure had not existed ahead of him before.
This figure that belonged to Zhang Linchuan had never appeared in his field of vision previously.
Yet at this moment, when he saw it, it didn't seem abrupt.
And when he turned around, he looked at Jiang Wang with a calm expression.
"Do you know that even a gaze, has weight?"
"On the street that I passed by earlier, there were a total of two hundred and eighty-six people. Ninety-seven people swept their gaze over me, and you were one of them. Only five people turned their heads in my direction, and you were one of them."
"Now, I see you again."
"Although you are wearing a hat and a robe, your walking posture, your confident air, including the certainty with which you hold your sword, they all tell me—we've met again. And this is after you've deliberately taken such a big detour, covering your tracks so sneakily."
His voice was very gentle, "Do you have anything to explain?"
