C285 A Begging Little Girl

On a street teeming with noise, ablaze with lights, and swarming with people, a young man in a black robe stood motionless, his gaze vacant as he stared ahead. His eyes were devoid of any color, giving him the appearance of a living corpse.

The bustling atmosphere meant few spared a thought for a youth merely at Martial God Level Two.

But soon, as if struck by an unseen force