Ten-year-old Huayu Ting had always led a glum life. In the Sects, aside from his busy senior brother, he didn't have a single friend. Therefore, during his spare time, he would leave the Sects and wander the fields outside to clear his mind.
The Sects generally did not allow disciples to leave on their own, but Huayu Ting was an exception. The people of the Sects dared not offend him and could only send someone to follow him from a distance, ensuring only that he returned safely.
He sat by the river, silently gazing at its reflective surface. At this moment, his mind was completely blank, as he didn't know what to think about.
Just as he was lost in his reverie, suddenly a small stone flew over, not only disrupting the ripples on the water but also splashing his face with water.
Out of anger, he frowned and turned his head to look, seeing a little girl holding a clay pot curiously sizing him up.
