Wang Luo's face was ashen as he lay on the ground. He felt that his life no longer held any meaning.
Even a small family in such a barren land like the Southern Region could step on him and rub his face on the ground. He even felt that he was truly a good-for-nothing piece of trash.
Although the Wang family of the Northern Region was an aristocratic clan with a long history of studying the Dao of alchemy, they did not know how to solve the inexplicable defects in his body.
He was destined to be reduced to a poor abandoned child, a small pawn among the common people.
Wang Luo was confused.
He did not know where he should go or how he could resolve the inexplicable defects in his body.
Even a small family like the Chu family did not value his talent or potential. He did not have the qualifications to seek refuge with a bigger family, or even an alchemy sect.