Beneath the seemingly calm exterior of Zhusha Town, turbulent undercurrents were actually surging. Just as the figure of the man in the black robe vanished at the end of the street, a flurry of hurried footsteps broke the momentary silence. A crowd poured into the street like a tidal wave, led by a woman.
The woman appeared to be around forty years of age. Her appearance could hardly be called breathtaking; it was merely conventional. Her facial features were soft, lacking any particularly sharp or alluring angles—the sort of ordinary face that easily blends into a crowd. She led the group of people behind her.
"Let's find a place to settle down first," the woman said. Her voice, though not loud, carried a force that could not be ignored.
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