The setting sun cast its glow, as Lu Yao unobtrusively stood on the street corner, appreciating his long-unseen hometown.
The noisy and bustling modern city swirled around him, but the passing crowds all avoided the place where Lu Yao stood.
Because whenever they drew near him, or even just laid eyes on him, they would inexplicably feel their heart race and chest tighten.
Lu Yao struggled to contain himself, much like a person trying to hold their breath and move lightly and slowly with some unease.
"The difference between immortals and mortals..."
Throughout his journey, having undergone numerous "evolutions," Lu Yao's life form had become a higher existence.
The ordinary people of his hometown had not practiced cultivation and couldn't even meet his gaze directly.
The atmosphere on the streets grew more and more eerie, as many began to realize the extraordinary nature of Lu Yao.
He didn't stay long, vanishing in a flash.
