C164 Gathering the Sect
On the bustling streets of El Country, Ye Xiaoyun sat slumped on the ground, his eyes vacant and his clothes in shreds. His face was caked with dust, making him appear to passersby as nothing more than a beggar.
As many walked past Ye Xiaoyun, reactions varied—some looked on with disdain, others with pity. A few generous souls even dropped a couple of gold coins his way.
Yet