Chapter 105: Urban Walker, The Boundless Dao

The scent of aged sandalwood and dried herbs hung in the air of the Ren Yaotang clinic, a familiar aroma that had always grounded Rawlins Vort. It was a scent of healing, of peace, a stark contrast to the cloying smell of blood and ancient dust that had filled his lungs in the tomb. The chaotic aftermath of the battle had given way to a fragile, ringing silence, and now, days later, the city of Pengcheng was slowly stitching itself back together. But for Rawlins, the most critical mending had...