This sigh seemed to carry an unfathomable depth of loneliness, resentment, and unwillingness...
Zhong Shenxiu looked up and saw a middle-aged Cultivator in a grey robe with a yellow complexion.
His face bore the marks of hardship, and embroidered on his chest was the insignia of the Heavenly Ding Sect, indicating that he might be an outer sect disciple of the sect. However, the wares at his stall were quite meager.
The Heavenly Ding Sect was skilled in concocting Elixir Pills, yet what he had for sale were only some basic Spirit Flowers and Spirit Grasses.
After letting out a sigh, he began silently packing up his stall and leaving the noisy marketplace, his departing figure carrying a hint of desolation.
"This man... he too is wrapped in a twist of fate, seeming to have an even greater burden than Zhu Long'er..."
Shenxiu watched his retreating figure; with a flicker of his spiritual vision, he decided to follow him.
