No matter how you looked at it, a little child drawing circles on the streets in an empty city like this was a bizarre occurrence.
Sun Yuluo reminded himself over and over again of An Lin's teachings. A sword immortal should face their fears and conquer them!
Thus, he stood before An Lin and Da Bai before pulling out his snowy-white longsword with trembling hands. He pointed at the small child drawing circles on the ground and yelled to instill courage within himself, "You over there, why are you vandalizing the streets?!"
An Lin and Da Bai: "…"
Why did they feel like there was something wrong with this method of interrogation?
The small child's hands abruptly faltered.
He slowly stood up and turned around. To their surprise, the little boy in yellow, linen garments had a set of particularly fine and delicate features.
"Big brother…" The little boy's ethereal voice was intermingled with a hoarse huskiness.
