The Flying Deer Sect group continued onward across this scorched wasteland, burned black in every direction by heavenly fire.
Only, they had gained one more little burden.
The child, who looked no more than six or seven, followed beside the female cultivator in a plain blue-green Daoist robe. Her robe, too, had long since been stained with scorch marks.
Huang Zhongxing had asked Su Wan to look after the filthy child, who was already gaunt beyond recognition.
As she walked over the charred earth, Su Wan occasionally lowered her head to glance at the child.
She felt that the fact he was still alive and standing here was a miracle in itself.
The Flying Deer Sect disciples all took considerable care of the little fellow stumbling along beside them.
Aside from Huang Zhongxing, who led the group, and the Martial Spring Realm cultivator named Wu Nong, these cultivators were all between the early and late stages of the Qi Condensation Realm, and none of them were very old.
Su Wan was one such example.
She was twenty-three this year. That meant that when the Flying Deer Sect had been destroyed eight years ago, she had only just turned fifteen.
The other Young Cultivators were roughly Su Wan's age as well.
These Flying Deer Sect disciples had already endured countless hardships, drifting from place to place and barely clinging to life.
Thus, when they saw this child, it was as though they were seeing their former selves.
"Hey, little fellow."
When they stopped to rest, a Flying Deer Sect disciple idly played with a hard piece of charred rock he had picked up along the way and struck up a conversation with the child.
"What exactly is your name?"
His name was Lin Xiaozhu. His features were neat and clean-cut, while