Fang Zhixing moved swiftly, not noticing the emergence of that white noise.
As he walked down the main street, he glanced outside subconsciously when he passed the South Gate.
Suddenly, Fang Zhixing stopped in his tracks, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Just outside the South Gate, several figures clad in armor, patrolled and peered from just outside the gate with imperious ease.
It seemed they had seen Fang Zhixing, and immediately a buzz of commotion arose, filled with murmurs and pointing fingers.
"Could it be, they can see me now!!"
Fang Zhixing took a deep breath, turned a corner, and walked towards the South Gate step by step.
"Here he comes, that man is coming!"
"Don't look at him, he's a heretic!"
"Stay away; whoever touches him will be contaminated."
...
A group of soldiers, terrified, rushed backward, tripping over each other in their haste.
As if in their eyes, Fang Zhixing was some ferocious beast, something horrifying beyond measure.
