A dirty group of men staggered and walked through the busy capital markets of the empire. Shang Luo didn't have time to bring any of his money, nor did he retrieve his proof of identity from Mu Yue before he left.
'Damn... to think I would be treated this way!'
The mercenaries who accompanied him didn't care whether he was the prince, a king or a god. Instead, he was forced to eat thin soup with few ingredients and sometimes watery porridge during the two-week travel.
For the prince used to luxury and expensive things, this was agony. However, over the long month to reach the capital, he actually began to change. A slight, ever-so-minute change, yet he no longer looked at the peasants and commoners like garbage.
Instead, they were just ordinary beings to him.
