Wang Anfeng clearly underestimated Mi Xingfa's appetite.
Standing at the crossroads, the young man looked bewildered as the former Fufeng Patrol Officer strode away.
The money pouch in his right hand had once again become thin and shriveled.
Wang Anfeng held the money pouch in his hand and gave it a shake with his right hand.
The last copper coin fell out, spinning in his palm.
A familiar scene, as if mocking him.
Wang Anfeng sighed, his eyes filled with melancholy, but he found solace in his heart and muttered to himself.
"It seems, I am not the only one who eats a lot."
............
A group of three returned to the Academy.
In the long pathway in front of the Academy, the sword marks were still present, and although the bloodstains had been cleaned once, they still left spotty traces on the ground, mingling with the dust and dirt to form a dark red color, like an ugly birthmark on the ground.
The air still smelled of fresh blood.