The Sage

A month later, in a small country.

"Sir, please accept this. It isn't charity, merely a little help within my means."

"Please don't lose heart. Every hardship will eventually be crossed."

A blonde girl of around eighteen or nineteen handed Zhao Cheng some bread and clean water. Her voice was calm and strong, and her sapphire-like eyes conveyed a sense of unwavering resolve.

The girl's clothes were simple, and she wore no adornments, yet her bearing was not something an ordinary household could have cultivated.

"Thank you."

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, leaning against the wall in the corner beside the entrance of a shop with a Closed for Business sign hanging outside, Zhao Cheng politely thanked her and accepted the food and water.

Overseas, people did not usually give money when helping others. They gave food instead, and the kinds of food were astonishingly alike—mostly bread.

It was probably because it was not only filling, but easy to store as well.

Zhao Cheng understood the thoughts that had led the girl here. She had seen him in this area in the morning, then seen him again that afternoon, and so had assumed he had nowhere to go.

Of course, the most crucial thing was Zhao Cheng's appearance. He clearly was not a local, and coupled with that subtle air about him, the girl had likely already imagined an entire, complete story in her mind.

Afterward, the girl did not linger there and hurried away.

"Mr. Zhao Cheng, did you come here specifically for that girl? She doesn't seem to possess anything particularly special."

Not long after the girl left, a voice carrying a trace of divinity rang out.

The speaker was a tall beauty with jade-white skin and golden eyes. Her temperament seemed as though the flames of truth