Chapter 468: Exhausting the Fate of Great Xia
Su Zhan and the others walked silently along the small path littered with garbage.
Their clean clothes, so out of place in the surroundings, made them stand out all the more.
They had originally intended to pass through this area quietly, but the desperation born of suffering has an incredibly sharp sense for any chance of survival.
Some gazes, hidden in the shadows of tents or curled up within tattered bedding, cautiously sized up these outsiders.
As they ventured deeper, those gazes gradually grew bolder.
A boy who looked about seven or eight years old timidly shuffled out from behind a drafty tent.
The clothes on his body were ragged, barely covering him, and he shivered in the cold wind.
He didn't dare get too close, but his large eyes were fixed intently on a small cloth pouch hanging from Liu Ziming's waist.
It contained a few pieces of exquisite pastries that hadn't been finished at the earlier banquet, which Liu Ziming had casually wrapped up.