"M-much obliged, Fellow Daoist, for your assistance. I have just formed my Golden Core and was on a mission from my sect to gain worldly experience when I was nearly deceived by the demon. Your, your esteemed name…?"
Chen Xuantian glanced at Shen Su'e, who was bowing and thanking him, then at the dead dog beside him,
"I'm Wu Lian, just a rustic from the countryside with no capability to help. You defeated it with your own skills. No need to thank me."
Shen Su'e curiously observed the two people in front of her.
The young man was dressed in a black robe, thin, and carried a dirty sword bag on his back. His face was smeared with dirt and grime, looking somewhat similar to someone barely past the age of ten. His features were quite ordinary, with tangled hair like it hadn't been washed for months; he looked like a refugee struggling to survive.
