Xiao Teng ran, running with clothes on.
After realizing his life was just a scam, a joke, Xiao Teng finally put on his robe again.
After all, during escape, a naked man with a bare bottom is just too conspicuous.
He stumbled and fled through the mountains, and after losing the Human Emperor Banner, Xiao Teng felt the emptiness inside him.
The once robust muscles were gone, his skin sagged and was covered in brown scars, he felt like he was a shriveled cicada husk, fragile and easily dispensed by any Cultivator in Qi Cultivation.
But despite this, he still managed to escape, out from under the noses of the Six Sects' big shots.
Xiao Teng touched the bracelet on his wrist, still feeling it was unreal.
Three small stones were strung on the bracelet, one of which had turned black, while the other two emitted a faint golden light.
He couldn't quite understand what his father, Xiao Yilong, took him as.
As a son, he was treated like a pawn, a container to be discarded after use.
