Neither Hu, Bu Yunyan, nor even Qin Li showed any surprise at Leng Yao's words. Hu and Bu Yunyan, in particular, had been her companions for many years and knew her better than anyone.
Hu, in particular, remembered it clearly. Six years ago, a youth of sixteen or seventeen had appeared at the Hunter Guild. With ragged clothes, a filthy face, and hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in ages, they were the spitting image of a little beggar. Everyone there had steered clear, looking at them with disgust.
But this little beggar had calmly walked up to the counter to accept a mission. Many people in the Hunter Guild at the time had stared as if the beggar were an idiot, certain they had gone mad.
