I Wouldn't Even Feed You to a Dog

But fate insisted on working against him.

An old woman returning from the market suddenly stopped and whispered something to the person beside her.

Then, more and more eyes turned toward him.

Thanks to Spirit Hall's propaganda, Yu Xiaogang was no longer the respected "Master" he had once been, but a notorious cautionary tale known to every household.

"Look, isn't that Yu Xiaogang?"

"Isn't it, though? The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's disgrace. I heard he was involved with his own cousin..."

"And he still has the nerve to show his face? He's utterly shameless! He used to call himself a theory master—I'd say he's just a useless fraud who stole a reputation he never deserved!"

The pointing stares pierced Yu Xiaogang like needles, while the unguarded gossip slithered into his ears like venomous snakes.

In the past, Yu Xiaogang might have flown into a rage, argued back, or turned and fled.

But now, he did not even have the strength for that.

Yu Xiaogang merely lowered his head numbly and quickened his unsteady steps, wanting only to escape this place of trouble as soon as possible.

His only thought now was to find somewhere that could shield him from the wind, somewhere with even the faintest trace of warmth, so he could curl up and rest for a while.

Even ten minutes would do.

Perhaps days of suffering had finally exhausted his bad luck, or perhaps heaven had finally granted him a scrap of pity.

After crossing three noisy streets, Yu Xiaogang finally found a secluded alley.

Several green metal trash cans leaned crookedly against the wall. A rancid stench drifted over with the wind, so pungent it made one want to vomit.

Yet Yu Xiaogang looked as though he had found a savior.

The trash cans were filthy