Being Fed A Bag Of Dog Feed
Translator: Astralghost Editor: Kurisu
Bei Feng continued to walk at a leisurely pace, no longer bothering about the group of people behind him. Of course, he was not the type of person to fold his hands and watch while someone was dying. Otherwise, with his usual speed, how would these people be able to keep up with him?
His only issue was that he did not feel like engaging in conversation with those people. His character had always been rather quiet, and now that he had experienced more things, he had instead become even more cold. He didn't open his mouth often, and gave others an image of being cool and aloof.
The trek carried on at a constant pace until two in the afternoon. Bei Feng turned around and looked at the state of the group behind him speechlessly. Pursing his lips lightly, he proceeded to sit down beneath the shade of a large tree.
"Huu, hu!"