Training alone

While Wen Ran strolled casually through the city, his every step radiating nonchalance, the people around him couldn't help but watch—some with awe, others with mockery. He looked like a man walking to his own demise, and yet, his confidence seemed unshaken. A few worshiped his boldness, but most whispered about how foolish he was to walk straight into certain death.

Meanwhile, the person actively searching for Wen Ran was anything but calm.

"Waaaaa! My dear brothers!" The tall and bulky man wailed dramatically beside his younger siblings, tears streaming down his face like a child who had lost his favorite toy. The three brothers lay on the cold floor, their faces swollen like pig heads, each more grotesque than the last. Their expressions were filled with hatred, all of it aimed at one person—Wen Ran.