The evening breeze brushed past the Dao academy's eaves, and bells chimed softly.
Another ordinary yet fulfilling day was about to end.
And some paths of fate that might once have been bleak had quietly shifted a little, all because of a few casual words from someone.
To Su Chen, who possessed invincible strength, that tiny shift was no more than an idle stroke as he played his way through the mortal world.
But to boys like Shi Xiaohai and Lin Hu, it might be the first glimmer that lit the road ahead and pried open their future.
Inside the hall.
"There really isn't much to say about The Demon Hunter's world. You all know Tomato generally doesn't write much about heroines or female characters in his worlds."
"But that's precisely Tomato's signature. It's through his own distinctive traits that he's built a unique worldview."
The world of Global High Martial Arts.
Leaves swirled in the wind along the sidewalk. Before the last dead leaf could reach the ground, the air along the entire street suddenly froze.
No, that wasn't a metaphor.
Su Chen yawned and lightly tapped the air with his right middle finger. The falling leaf stopped a mere hair's breadth above the ground, and even the drifting dust froze in the sunlight, like a three-dimensional painting.
Across the sidewalk, the fellow who always took the sidewalk stopped dead in his tracks.
Four people followed behind Zhang Tao: three eighth-ranks and one who had just entered the ninth rank. All of them remained in their previous poses, as though time had been drawn out of them.
Only their eyes could still move, revealing fluctuations of utter horror.
Su Chen strolled over without making a sound beneath his feet.
He circled around to face the man, looked at his