Faced with the question posed by the old man, Shen Han did not focus his attention on him, but rather on the child following at his side. The boy looked to be about eight or nine years old, his face deathly pale.
A brief glance at the child’s body was enough to reveal that he was suffering from some chronic illness. Considering that this little one had a predestined connection with him, Shen Han decided he might as well offer a helping hand while the opportunity presented itself. He could have intervened from a distance using his cultivation, but that felt too detached, lacking a human touch.
Under the old man’s watchful gaze, Shen Han stepped toward the child. The boy looked up, staring at the stranger. As far as the child was concerned, he knew all the other adults in their small village well; they were all dark-skinned and robust. In terms of sheer strength, those villagers far surpassed this seemingly slender man. Yet, for some reason, the moment the man approached, the boy felt an overwhelming sense of comfort, like the warmth of a sunny day after a long storm.
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