The road home was shrouded in the warm hues of twilight, and the streetlights emulating natural light gradually lit up on both sides of the street.
Jeming continued to slowly mobilize his spiritual power in his mind, like a snail crawling, while habitually observing this "familiar" yet unfamiliar world.
At a crossroads, while waiting for the traffic light, his eyes accidentally swept across a figure at a vending machine buying a drink, and he was stunned.
That person... he knew!
Strictly speaking, he didn't really know him.
It was just that during the assembly for this plane expedition, they had crossed paths once.
He remembered the slightly arrogant young face, a Fourth Level Wizard, but knew nothing else about him except seeing his appearance while passing through a Teleportation Gate.
Jeming was very sensitive to energy fluctuations, and although it was just a quick glance, he had some impression of the other person's soul's aura and appearance.
