Several Supporting Characters Make the Regrets List, and the Innocent Souls Caught Up in Tang San's Hidden Weapons!

A wilderness appeared in the images.

With yellow sand filling the sky, several dilapidated earth houses stood crookedly by the roadside, looking as though they might collapse at any moment.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy squatted at the door of an earth house, clutching half a piece of coarse black-flour flatbread and stuffing it into his mouth.

He wore coarse cloth clothes patched seven or eight times, his toes poked out of his shoes, and his face was covered in dust, yet his eyes were very bright.

Sky Screen characters emerged:

[Zhou Xiaowu, thirteen years old]

[Soul Master rank: Soul Warrior]

[First-ring Soul Power, beast soul, Gray Mouse]

Ma Hongjun twitched his face. Soul Warrior? First ring? This doesn't even count as a Soul Master.

No one answered him.

The images continued.

Zhou Xiaowu finished eating the flatbread, patted his hands, and stood up, shouting into the house, "Mom, I'm going to the town to sell firewood."

A woman's coughing came from inside the house, intermittent. "On the way... be careful..."

Zhou Xiaowu acknowledged, hoisted the bundle of firewood at the door that was taller than him onto his back, and walked toward the town with a hunched waist.

The images skipped.

On the town streets, people came and went. Zhou Xiaowu placed the firewood by the roadside and squatted down to wait for a buyer. An uncle selling steamed buns nearby beckoned to him. "Xiaowu, the steamed buns won't sell out today, I'll get you two in a moment."

Zhou Xiaowu grinned broadly. "Thanks, Uncle Zhao."

The images were very plain, very ordinary—so ordinary that the people on the training ground did not understand why the Sky Screen would broadcast these things.

Then the images darkened for a split second.

When they brightened again, a cloud of dust kicked