"Next one"
A cold, emotionless voice sounded from behind a large table.
A slender young boy, his steps somewhat heavy, slowly walked forward.
The boy looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a frail physique that seemed plagued by numerous illnesses. His fair face was adorned with sword-like eyebrows as sharp as a peak, piercing right into his temples, and his eyes were like black gemstones in clear water, pure and transparent. Though he was a boy, there was a certain delicate elegance about his appearance.
"It's Zuo Feng again. He's here once more."
"This guy really is shameless, a good-for-nothing coming to collect the monthly allowance."
"His cultivation has plummeted, but his skin seems to grow thicker every day."
The surrounding ridicule and mocking laughter no longer affected the boy before them, stirring his ire as they once did. The former envy and jealousy seemed only to make these people harsher.
