The autumn wind sighed, and withered trees stood bare.
Another year was drawing to a close. The frigid winds and snows of the north were not far off.
This winter, who knew how many poor families would be trapped in alleys overflowing with sewage? With drafty bedding and no firewood or charcoal, they would struggle just to survive.
In the past, his own family had been in no better state.
But Zhang Qing tightened the thick uniform of the Wind and Cloud Association, a sharp martial outfit. He lifted his head high, his eyes shining as he looked down the dilapidated alley:
'Yesterday at the Medicine Hall, Pharmacist Huang was scared of his own shadow for some reason. He sent me on an errand to the Inner Street to personally fetch Instructor Wang of the Overlord Spear. We were busy the entire day, right until nightfall.'
'The delay meant I could only collect my silver coins this morning to go home and see my dad and my sisters.'
