"He didn't have much skill; he was just dragging things out. And this, precisely, is why we must push him now."
In Mingzhou Prefecture, incense burned continuously in the heart of the city. Once a brazier burned out, a new one was lit. This incense, as if even the wind couldn't disperse it, lingered within the city, refusing to dissipate. This caused the entire Mingzhou City to be shrouded in smoke, making it hard to distinguish day from night. The mist, seemingly alive, occasionally attempted to sneak in through door cracks, carrying whispers. The entire city was oppressed; households kept their doors shut, and no one dared to speak loudly, fearing that something within the fog would hear them.
Yet, at this moment, in the heart of Mingzhou City, behind an incense table, a man with disheveled hair and a sword in hand appeared relaxed as he casually picked a fresh fruit from the table to eat.
