"Hey, watch it you filth!"
"Ugh, I don't understand why I have to see their faces every morning. Why can't we just kill them once and for all?"
"If I were to smell and look that bad, I'd have jumped off a cliff."
Walking down the bustling streets of the imperial state—Xiangzhan—Lucian stared at the people with his eyes wide open.
Even as the roads were crowded with voices and people, Lucian could hear several voices far better than the others.
Sneers. Passive aggression. He heard all of them.
The children who had barely learned to form words, the young who barely knew the rights and wrongs, and even the elders who knew the world like the back of their hands—each spoke out of nothing but pure spite.
Dressed in bright silken clothes, their gazes faltered in disgust upon seeing the kind that was rejected by the world.
Lying near the footpaths miserably, several skeletal-like bodies reeked of sweat, dirt, and excrement.
