Qi Haoran had painted his exposed skin sallow. He stood at the foot of the mountain outside Zhaohua City with Fei Bai, like two refugees who had been forced to run away from home. Qi Haoran was only 15 years old this year and was still a youth. Wrapped in a wide beggar's robe, no one could tell that he was strong. As for Fei Bai, he had always been thin. Although he was two years older than Qi Haoran, he looked about the same age. He was wearing tattered and smelly beggar's clothes as he followed beside Qi Haoran.
It wasn't that he didn't want to walk normally, but the shoes on his feet were tattered, and the sole of his left shoe was a little damaged. When he walked, it was no different from stepping barefoot on the ground. As there was a lot of gravel on the ground, it hurt too much to walk.
The two of them walked into the mountain without saying a word. At noon, they dug some grass stems from the ground and stuffed them into their mouths to chew.
