Actually, he had also encountered kind-hearted people.
For example, a young man from the East Continent, on one particularly terrible day, handed him a cigar and told him to buck up and at least make a name for himself.
This cigar touched Zhao Qi for several days.
But if just a few words could make a mess pull itself together, then it wouldn't be a mess at all.
So later, he was sent to the Xinyang Fortress affiliated with Luoyin City.
It was a small fortress, as inconspicuous as a mung bean in the vast northwest frontier, primarily responsible for storing supplies. Those assigned to serve here were basically the bottom rung of the North Continent Army.
And at the Xinyang Fortress, he was the bottom of the bottom.
What truly transformed Zhao Qi were those days at the Xinyang Fortress.
