Beneath the city walls, it was still bustling, with people coming and going.
Chen Xun quietly lowered his head and carved decayed wood, integrated into the common streets yet seeming detached from the world, utterly out of place amid this lively market.
Little Wuhen shouted and hawked his wares beside him. That wooden sign still stood nearby. He had become much brighter and livelier now, no longer feeling embarrassed about it. Everyone was shouting their wares.
And Old Dad had said that earning spirit stones through one's own abilities, without stealing or robbing, was never shameful.
Those words had deeply affected him. More importantly, his Old Dad had truly lived by them—farming, selling grilled skewers, writing down folk prescriptions for medicinal arts, and so on... doing everything himself.
Though they were not as lavishly wealthy as the rich households in the city, it was enough for the two of them to cover their daily expenses. He had never seen anyone as capable as Old Dad.
While calling out to customers, Little Wuhen also tidied up the wooden carvings that passersby had disturbed while looking through them.
A moment later, two black figures slowly enveloped the stall.
Little Wuhen wore a smile and was about to raise his head in greeting when he jolted in surprise. He turned his head and shouted, "Old Dad, it's that Horse Leading Lad."
He remembered this person quite well. After all, getting Old Dad to praise someone was truly harder than ascending to heaven!
"Boss." The former youth walked over slowly, a gentle smile at the corner of his lips. "I never expected that after so many years, I would run into you here again."
"Hehe." Chen Xun's easygoing laughter rang out, though he did not raise his head. "It seems we are rather fated