"I really do!" The boy seemed to draw courage from somewhere or other. "I know where their den is!"
Despite his skeletal frame and sunken eyes from many sleepless nights, he had an air of courage to him. He was thin, but had good bones, with stringy hair, but it was still thick. If anyone cared to assess the boy, they would see he was a good candidate for hard labor.
If someone like Xuan Jian assessed the boy, he would see he was a good candidate to become a martial artist. The boy was likely one of the best candidates he would have come across since he entered the continent of Dongzhou.
The time was truly nearing. Before any Great War or great changes, legends were always born. The problem was, could they live to live up to their true potential? In a continent like Dongzhou with clan elders plucking young talents like a food source, it was hard to say.
