It was a little girl, seven or eight years old, with delicate facial features. However, she was only pretty in a plain and well-proportioned way and even had a slight hare lip. Showing signs of hunger on her face, she was gnawing on a piece of flatbread. Her hair was dirty and tangled, and her skin even bore some purple bruises—likely the result of being beaten.
This was a child who might invoke a bit of pity upon being seen, but she was otherwise quite ordinary. Normally, she would have been disregarded like a piece of trash, with no one giving her a second glance.
Meng Yu stood before her, calmly observing the little girl. At the same time, an invisible force parted the people around them.
The patrons at Heavenly Fragrance Tower were initially confused. The young people even thought that Meng Yu would lend a hand and save this little beggar, enacting a scene like that of a famous teacher taking on a disciple from the stories. But very soon, they realized something was amiss.
