Beneath the city gate tower, it was as lively as ever, with people coming and going.
Chen Xun sat there quietly, head lowered as he carved rotten wood. He blended into the common streets, yet seemed detached from the world beyond, utterly out of place amid the bustling market.
Little Wuhen shouted out noisily beside him. The wooden sign still stood nearby. He had become far more cheerful and lively now, with none of his former embarrassment. Everyone was calling out their wares, after all.
Besides, his old dad had told him that earning Spirit Stones through one's own abilities, without stealing or robbing, was never shameful.
Those words had influenced him deeply. More importantly, his old dad had truly lived by them—whether farming, selling grilled skewers, writing down folk remedies and medicinal methods, and so on... he did everything himself.
Though they were not as lavishly wealthy as the rich households in the city, it was enough to cover the daily expenses of the two of them. He had never seen anyone as capable as his old dad.
As Little Wuhen called out to customers, he also tidied the wooden carvings that passersby had messed up while looking through them.
A moment later, two shadows slowly fell over them.
Little Wuhen wore a smile as he was about to raise his head and greet them, but he froze in surprise and turned to call out, "Old Dad, it's that big brother who led the horse."
He remembered this person quite well. After all, getting his old dad to praise someone was harder than climbing to the heavens!
"Boss." The young man from back then walked over slowly, a gentle smile on his lips. "I never expected that after so many years, I would still meet you here."
"Hehe." Chen