Chu Yang, Sun Wukong, and Tang Monk all froze the instant they heard those words.
In the immensely prosperous, extravagantly decadent Tianfeng City, this seven-year-old child, battered black and blue and so hungry he could only eat dirt, had risked his life to protect half a filthy bun for his own stomach. Yet he could not bear to take even one bite of the good meat bun because he wanted to save it for his sick little sister.
Chu Yang clenched his fist tightly within his sleeve. Looking at the stubborn-eyed little boy before him, he felt an overwhelming emotion churn violently in his chest.
He rose, walked over to the boy, crouched down again, and gently stroked his messy hair.
"Tell me your name," Chu Yang said firmly. "Where is your sister? Take us there. Not only do I have buns, but I can cure your sister too."
The boy looked up into Chu Yang's bright eyes, which seemed capable of dispelling all darkness.
"My name is Stone." His voice remained hoarse, but his eyes gradually reddened. "Big Brother, can you really save my sister? Doctor Li in the city said... said she was afflicted by something evil and couldn't be saved..."
"Something evil?"
Chu Yang and Sun Wukong exchanged a glance, and both their gazes sharpened at once.
Something evil was hidden in Tianfeng City, a place that seemed to contain not the slightest trace of Demon Qi?
"Lead the way." Chu Yang stood up and scooped Stone into his arms, setting him on his shoulders. "With us here, forget some evil thing—even if the Heavenly King himself comes, your sister won't die."
Tianfeng City's prosperity was like a magnificent robe embroidered with golden peonies. Lift just one corner of it, and you would see it crawling with