Walking along the main street of Donghai City, amidst casual conversation, Mi Lan learned that the grey-robed Constable was named Wang Xiaoqiang. Thirty-five years old, a very ordinary name, and with very ordinary cultivation at only Qi Control (Level 1), he had married a very ordinary farm woman and had a nine-year-old son. Originally, Wang Xiaoqiang's monthly salary of two and a half silver coins was enough to get by comfortably, but not wanting his child to live as ordinary a life as he did, he taught the boy martial arts while also sending him to study at the Donghai Academy in the city. Because of this, their finances became tight, so his wife often took on handicraft work to make ends meet, and they managed to get by.
Constables at the bottom rungs like Wang Xiaoqiang would likely reach the limit of their cultivation at the Qi Control Realm in this lifetime, so they were unwilling for their children to be just like them. They preferred to endure financial hardship now so that their children could have a better future later. They were the epitome of ordinary people, completely unremarkable in every way.
The rain fell unceasingly, and even Cuixiang House, usually the rowdiest establishment on Donghai Main Street, was now unnaturally quiet. After walking for a long time, the two finally spotted a group of figures in the distance busy with something by the roadside.
Chapter 51