The Mercenaries' laughter and jests did not affect the slightly weary young man in plain clothes holding a Longsword on the camel beast's carriage.
His eyes were gazing at the sky, and as the carriage swayed, his thoughts drifted to unknown places.
His name was Li Xin, a member of a small family from an unnoticed little town in a remote corner of Liangzhou.
It was a very small family,
with only a few High Tier experts in the Condensing Essence Realm, overseeing the ore business in the town, barely managing to act dominant in a small city.
And he was an utterly inconspicuous member of this small family.
One of many insignificant branches in the family, his parents had died when he was young, but fortunately, they left a small piece of land. In exchange, his uncle raised him, and luckily, the family had set up a Martial Arts Academy where he could build a foundation for free and walk the path of Martial Arts instead of living a hopeless mortal life.
