Silas watched as Citan sat outside the workshop and wiped his sweat. Silas and Juliet decided to wait in a corner, observing what was going on.
Citan could only look up to the sky, which he thought was his limit. Being the only one in his family with cultivation talent, he was the hope and pride, not just for his family, but for the entire area.
Now... He was at rock bottom, back to being a powerless mortal.
The boy sighed and bent his head down.
A man with wrinkles on his face came forward from inside the shack and saw Citan in that state.
"Boy, the more you think about it, the more painful it'll become for you to accept it. You have to learn to let go," the man said, and the boy in front of him only looked up with a dead gaze.
"I couldn't even protect my sister from those people. Now I don't even know where they took her. I'm so useless!" Citan banged his hand on the ground in frustration, and the old man sighed.
