"If your deceased parents knew you were still playing with your so-called swordsmanship, they might come back to life out of anger!"
"..."
Of course.
Among those who passed by, there were quite a few who encouraged him.
"If you're tired, just take a rest!"
"Here's a bit of coarse rice left from our home, take it with you to eat!"
"This is a field mouse just caught from the fields, it's quite delicious. Here's a leg for you!"
"..."
Those who encouraged him always left something on the ground that could help replenish his energy.
However.
Compared to his daily consumption, those things were far from enough.
Finally.
The sky darkened quickly, like a cloak descending upon it.
The young boy saw this, put away the wooden stick in his hand, and carried the items left by the passersby as he walked into the unknown.
As he passed by a few homes, the young boy would kneel down and kowtow several times to those inside, likely the families who had left him things.
