"That young boy is so pitiful!"
In the Ming Lun Academy, within the God Ring Tower, Xiao Wu was not focusing on her cultivation. Instead, she was watching the scene with tear-filled eyes.
Although she had witnessed the hardships of commoners in the past, she had never come across someone as pitiful as that unknown white-haired young boy.
Furthermore, with the scene playing out this way, the boy's despair and helplessness resonated with people, evoking a deep sympathy for him.
Unless one had a heart of stone, they would be moved.
"This is caused by natural disasters. If there wasn't the ice and snow climate, that boy would definitely be living well."
Ning Rongrong consoled her, "We should focus on enhancing our soul ring years since we're about to reach level sixty, and the time to condense our sixth soul ring is near."
