In Lingxu City, Hu Yang, transformed into his Dao Body form, paced along the streets, pondering how to join Fu Long Academy.
The first thing this kid thought of after transforming into his Dao Body form was Nangong Hongyao. His little schemes were all too obvious.
Before he knew it, he arrived at a tavern. The area outside was in an uproar, with a crowd gathered around, pointing and talking noisily.
Hu Yang walked over with interest to take a look.
There, he saw a ragged, filthy little beggar kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to a young man dressed in brocade clothes.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to." He kept kowtowing, begging the young man for forgiveness.
The young man stood there looking utterly smug and arrogant, every bit the spoiled scoundrel. He waved a paper fan, staring at the little beggar with an upturned mouth, yet said nothing.
"Hmph! Are you blind, you mangy mutt? You dared to run into my Young Master! Look at the tear you put in his clothes!" A servant planted his foot on the little beggar's head, raising a fist as he glared at him.
The little beggar trembled all over, tears welling in his eyes as he kept muttering apologies.
"Hmph! What good is saying sorry? You have to compensate us. You must compensate us!" The servant looked haughty, clearly intent on making things difficult for the little beggar.
At those words, the surrounding onlookers began whispering and pointing.
"What kind of people are these? They're demanding compensation from a little beggar. If he had money, would he still need to beg?"
"Sigh... This child is so pitiful!"
"In this world, the strong have the final say. The weak can only be bullied."
"Shh! Are you tired of living?