As the constables left, the crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed and no longer remained gathered.
Yet as the crowd scattered, those people could not help casting a few extra glances in Wei Yang's direction.
Some looked at Wei Yang's face, while others looked at the small cloth pouch filled with Superior Spirit Stones in his hand.
Wei Yang paid them no mind.
He merely walked over to the youth, who was still sprawled on the ground with panic lingering in his eyes.
Then Wei Yang crouched down and held the small cloth pouch full of Superior Spirit Stones out before the youth.
A trace of surprise and suspicion flashed through the youth's eyes. As he climbed up from the ground, he also reached toward the pouch in Wei Yang's hand.
Just before the youth's fingertips were about to touch the little pouch of Superior Spirit Stones, Wei Yang suddenly pulled his hand back.
The air abruptly fell silent.
The youth raised his head and looked at Wei Yang. Their eyes met, and the youth's gaze was filled with confusion.
"Why did you steal?"
Wei Yang asked.
The youth froze at the question. Then his lips twitched twice, and a layer of mist quickly welled up in his eyes.
"My father... my father died..."
His tear-choked voice was unpleasant to hear.
"I still have my mother, and my younger sister. My sister fell ill some days ago too, so, so..."
Before the youth could finish, Wei Yang stood and tossed the pouch of Superior Spirit Stones toward him.
"Don't steal again."
With that, Wei Yang turned and walked into the tide of people in Lone Lamp City.
"Th-thank you, great hero!"
The youth's grateful voice, still thick with tears, came from behind him.
Wei Yang paused slightly, then turned back to