Carrying a hiking pack and returning with a full load, Xiaodao walked briskly, humming a song as she wondered what name she should give the child.
Little Rascal had been small since childhood, so everyone called him Little Rascal.
Little Stone had been found atop a large rock, so he was called Little Stone.
The child had been picked up by Little Rascal from a garbage dump. They couldn't exactly call him Little Garbage...
Xiaodao shook her head. "If Mister Luo were here, it would be great. He's skilled and knowledgeable—he could definitely give the little guy a nice name."
Just then, she passed an alley, where a somewhat childish voice rang out.
"Don't hit me! Don't hit me!"
Xiaodao looked into the alley and saw a child about the same size as Little Rascal, curled up in the corner with his arms over his head.
Two burly men were kicking and punching him.
"You little bastard, you've got some nerve, stealing money from your Big Strength Brother."
"You little piece of trash. Born to a mother but raised without one. Why don't you die early and be reincarnated?"
The two men burst out laughing as they kicked him harder and harder. Before long, blood had begun to flow from beneath the child.
Perhaps because she felt a shared pain, her difficult past surged into her mind. Once upon a time, she too had hidden from place to place like a rat, just like this child.
Xiaodao immediately shouted, "Stop!"
She charged into the alley and forcefully shoved the two men aside.
Although she was only at the Primary Level Realm, cultivating Observing Mountains and Seas had given her physical strength that was no weaker than an adult man's.
The impact knocked both men to the ground.
Only then did