On the streets and alleys.
People came and went in an endless stream.
The Green Robe Man and Old Weng stood there, separated by no more than three feet.
Strangely, the passing pedestrians seemed unable to sense the existence of either of them and simply turned a blind eye.
"Most people in this world are mediocre fools. How many can truly see through my identity?"
Old Weng frowned, clearly perplexed. "Not to mention that my current identity was a hidden piece arranged long ago. Other than myself, no one in this world could possibly know it. You..."
The Green Robe Man smiled and interrupted him. "Is there any point in saying all this now?"
Old Weng fell silent at once.
"Let's go. Outside the city, I'll give you a chance to make your move."
With his hands behind his back, the Green Robe Man gazed at the heavens. "Today happens to be the Stirring of Insects. All things are awakening. All that is lacking now is a spring thunderclap to suit the occasion."
The moment he finished speaking, dark clouds suddenly gathered across the once-clear sky, and a muffled spring thunderclap rang out!
The thunder rumbled, carrying the restless vigor of all things bursting forth. The tiny lives that had long lain dormant beneath the earth seemed to awaken at this moment.
At the corner of a wall, a faint cracking sound arose from the dust and mud as a tender green shoot pushed through the soil, revealing the slightest tip.
Vibrant life spread through the air, and the withered willows in the city put forth tender yellow buds.
Old Weng's pupils contracted.
At the movement of spring thunder, all things stirred from hibernation.
Ordinary people could not detect such subtle changes, but they naturally could not escape Old Weng's