Young Prince of Welit

Yur and the man walked into the alley. The stall owner stayed close, stepping ahead slightly as if wanting to protect Yur.

"Do you remember what those people looked like?" the stall owner asked.

"Not really. They attacked me suddenly. By the time I woke up, they were gone," Yur sighed, explaining.

"When did this happen?"

"Today, right before I entered the city," Yur replied.

"You heal fast, huh? Not a single scratch on you?" the man said, observing Yur carefully.

"I was lucky to be born with a body that heals quickly. Plus, they didn't use lethal weapons," Yur shrugged casually.

"Still..." The man stared at Yur with doubt but chose not to comment further.

As Yur followed the man deeper into the alleyway, daylight still filtered through, but the walls were growing narrower around them.

"Where are you from?" the man suddenly asked.

"I don't have a home. I'm a rogue cultivator," Yur replied briefly.