Huang Family Village.
Chen Yun rose from the bench and thanked the old man in front of him over and over again.
He had just come down from the mountain.
He was shirtless; the ragged shirt that he had been wearing had gone up in flames, along with the tattered white robe that was now buried in the ancient mine.
As for his shoes, those were in tatters too, destroyed by his excited leaping between trees.
This wasn't a testament to the poor quality of the 360-degree brand, it was simply that the slightest exertion in Chen Yun's movements was too much for ordinary shoes to handle.
And as a well-educated young man with aspirations,
although he killed without blinking an eye, he knew that he was a good boy.
Stealing was not good, unless absolutely necessary.
So, he approached an old man who was sitting and daydreaming at the entrance to Huang Family Village to buy some clothes.