Capítulo 270: Destined Destruction (1)

"Fine almond wine brewed with mountain spring water! Money back if it's not fragrant!"

"Grilled fish skewers! Fragrant grilled fish skewers!"

"Would you like a sweet glutinous ball? Sir, a plate for you? Only nine coins. Nine coins for a plate!"

On the lively snack street, lanterns hung everywhere above the thronging crowd.

Li Shunxi followed slowly behind a white-haired man, his face a look of bitter helplessness.

The white-haired man walking in front of him had a scar that streaked across his forehead. His eyes were gentle and mild, without a trace of ferocity in them. He was dressed in a set of Confucian robes, which had been washed so many times it had become white. His sleeves billowed in the wind, giving him the look of a talented but poor scholar.

"Let's take a sit in front." The white-haired man smiled. He did not look old—thirty or forty at best—but when he spoke, he sounded as if he had been through much, just like a seventy or eighty year old man.