In the lively, life-filled town, a little girl stood at its edge, curiously peeking at Andrew Han. Beside her were three middle-aged men—the principality town’s true defenders, all formidable warriors.
Hidd was one of them.
As a warrior, Hidd could shatter solid stone with a punch. Now, as he sized up Andrew Han, his perspective was purely that of a town protector.
“Definitely crazy. Probably had a mental breakdown.”
“Look at him—odd clothes, wandering gaze. He must have amnesia.” Hidd murmured sympathetically, glancing at his two companions before letting his eyes settle on Andrew Han’s calm face.
Hidd continued to observe Andrew Han.
The little girl, clutching her pigtails, also snuck glances at him.
At this moment, Andrew Han, clad in his Green Mountain Robe, sat calmly on the pink grass, his Starlight-tier Soul-Will spreading outward.
No one noticed.
No one was aware.