Chen Changsheng held the boy's hand as they walked along the path to the Orphanage.
Behind them, the pots, bowls, ladles, and pans once again followed the pair with a clatter and clang.
Under the moonlight, the sight looked particularly eerie.
Chen Changsheng had spent so long in the Cultivation World that he felt nothing was amiss about the walking pots, bowls, ladles, and pans behind them.
But for the boy, who had never encountered anything like this before, the experience was simply awful.
Listening to the clanging cookware behind him, he felt like a piece of pork belly this fellow had casually bought, ready to go into the pot once they reached some place!
The boy even felt he was no different from the bare-bottomed, plucked chicken wriggling along at the very back of the procession.
Chen Changsheng, however, did not notice the boy's unease. In fact, he was even more nervous than the boy.
After how many years was this his first time holding Eldest Senior Brother's hand?
Even in his previous life, he had never done anything so intimate with Eldest Senior Brother, had he?
In this life, his most intimate contact with Eldest Senior Brother had probably been the few slaps he had received from him.
Holding Eldest Senior Brother's hand like this, walking beneath the tranquil moonlight, was a first for him too!
Looking straight ahead, Chen Changsheng was so nervous that cold sweat kept breaking out down his back. He feared he might hurt the boy by walking too fast, too slowly, or gripping too hard.
Meanwhile, the boy whose hand he held was still gripped by the fear of being slaughtered and thrown into a pot.
Both their clasped hands were slick with cold sweat, and each thought it was his own nervous