It was busier than he had imagined, worthy of being a first-tier item.
For a split second, Fu Qian's gaze intersected with that of an observer on the street corner.
A rather burly figure loomed, towering over two meters tall, draped in a gray trench coat, his sleek black hair covering one eye.
Alive and undoubtedly a demigod, but there was something peculiar about this one's state.
The next moment, Fu Qian's brow furrowed slightly.
The person felt somewhat abnormal, too calm, a kind of indifference to everything around him.
As if behind those eyes, there was another person watching him.
Of course, there was more than one person watching him.
The next moment, Fu Qian turned his head.
In just a few seconds, both the coachman and the two horses had fallen into a deep sleep.
And at the other end of the street, a new figure had appeared.
