Baili An chuckled and shook his head, secretly wondering how he could have such an amusing idea.
His father had never valued the number of friends he could make.
What his father valued was his progress in cultivation, whether he could become talented and capable enough to shoulder the heavy responsibility of Bai Tuo Mountain.
Below Tianze Mountain lies a bustling town named Nanfeng Town, lively and prosperous, with streets paved with green stones, constantly filled with pedestrians, some carrying loads for travel, others selling goods from carts.
Young disciples of the Cultivation Sect frequently return from their training in the mountains, sitting proudly on the second floor of taverns, expressions excited and self-satisfied, seemingly having gained much.
Su Jing, on the other hand, is dressed in plain clothes, which, though simple, are clean and durable.
The stitching and embroidery clearly show the handiwork of his loving mother, sewn diligently by her.
