Thus, Lin Fang became a lonely traveler, walking alone on the road, subtly feeling the changes in the energy of Heaven and Earth.
Looking up, he saw villagers with eager faces. Before he could grasp the situation, the old village chief grabbed his hand and said, "I, Xu Qingchao, on behalf of the Shangtan Village villagers, thank the Taoist priest for his assistance."
The aged hands tightly grasped Lin Fang's arm, eyes filled with expectation and hope.
Lin Fang had wanted to say they had mistaken him for someone else, but seeing those hopeful eyes, he couldn't bring himself to speak the words. It turned out that even after so long, the thoughts of performing righteous acts from his childhood were still in his heart.
There was a time when, whenever he read about the so-called heroes in stories, he would yearn to be like them, imagining himself wandering the world with a sword and performing righteous deeds.
