The three had barely reacted when they saw a figure leisurely step out from the alley, staring expressionlessly at the beggar wailing on the ground. Cheng Ziang noticed that the man was holding a cornbread in his hand.
This was a young man, dressed in clothing styled like the Kyushu fashion, with tightened designs on his forearms and lower legs, clearly meant for combat.
He appeared to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. His facial features were handsome and well-defined, with particularly striking black eyebrows that were impossible to forget.
The man had long black hair tied high into a ponytail. At his waist, hung a long sword.
Despite his clear swordsman-like attire, leaving such an obvious vulnerability like a ponytail was something Cheng Ziang couldn't comprehend.
There was an indescribable aura about him. As he steadily walked out of the alley, the surrounding crowd instinctively retreated, leaving a vacuum of space amid the busy street.
