The gaze of others and their cheers are a form of power.
You Ming had always believed this to be true.
As a child, he watched his father win fight after fight on the arena, surrounded by people cheering for his father, listening to the praises and envy from the crowd.
He began to long for a day when he too would be celebrated, and indeed, he eventually got his wish.
Had it not been for that incident, he would have thoroughly enjoyed such a life.
Years had passed, and he had lost his former appearance and name, now using an unknown codename.
Centered around the Red Sleeve Tavern, there were nearly ten thousand people on the surrounding streets.
The moment You Ming's voice echoed, all eyes turned to look his way.
Once again standing under the sunlight, the center of everyone's attention.
You Ming still felt a heartfelt pleasure and anticipation.
"Who are you, sir?"
Shen Tuyue frowned as he looked at You Ming standing on the rooftop.
