Golden Cicada had already forgotten how many times he had seen the same footprints; it seemed that ever since he left the inn, he would always come across a pair of footprints that tugged at his heart wherever he went.
As for why it tugged at his heart, he didn't know.
But that faint, aching feeling kept haunting him.
He had traveled across so many places in the Central Continent, yet the blurred face in his mind never became clear.
He thought about trying to move faster, to see if he could catch up with the person ahead.
However, whenever he had this thought, his body became unbearably uncomfortable, as if it were stopping him.
In that moment, he even felt a brief loss of control over his body.
When he set foot in Yujin Prefecture, the city was as desolate as ever, like a ghost town. Golden Cicada, pondering, walked in a certain direction.
In one of the cells of the dungeon, he saw that pair of footprints again.
