Qingyi Town was located under Leshan Mountain.
On weekdays, this town was unremarkable. No one even paid attention to it.
But today...
Here came a stranger who looked only in his teenage years.
He carried his two hands behind his back.
His hair was pure black.
His face was cold, like a celestial that disdained the whole world.
He stepped leisurely on the cobblestone streets of the town.
His eyes looked forward...
It was as though he was not enjoying the scenery.
It was not like looking for someone too...
He seemed to only have one goal – that was to move forward.
In this small town, young people had already gone to the big city to look for work. What could be seen in the four directions were either naughty children, or old people who were sitting in front of the door with a wooden chair, holding a fan in their hands and waving gently.
