After leaving the Mu Clan, Xi Shen entered the City to look around, but mostly just to calm his thoughts.
The mundane world always gave him a peace of mind, whether it reminded him of those few years in his own village or it was a nice change of pace from the cultivation of world affairs.
‘Now that I think about it, I was 14 when those events happened, sending my world crashing down on my head. It happened in the blink of an eye, but it had left a scar in my heart that’s still affecting me even in this life.’
As Xi Shen was thinking that to himself, he would absentmindedly glance at the stall owners by the roadside who were selling their goods.
Because he wasn’t really paying attention to them, he didn’t see the cautious look most of them had given him, nor the disgusted looks a few people who swerved around him shot towards his back.
Currently, Xi Shen had his messy hair down along with his bare feet and dirty robes, he looked like a child beggar.