Zhu Haomiao poked the campfire with a stick, making it burn more vigorously.
"Imperial City, Zhu Haomiao."
Upon hearing the boy's lazy response, Liu Heng's tense nerves slowly relaxed, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
Through close observation, he had roughly confirmed that the child across from him was not a demon in disguise.
Just then, a few strong men filed in from behind Liu Heng, and upon seeing the bodies on the ground, they collectively let out a gasp.
"Boss?!"
"Help this young master tidy up and throw it far away."
Waving his hand to signal his brothers not to ask too much, Liu Heng bravely approached Zhu Haomiao a few steps, bowing respectfully.
"May I ask, young master..."
Sitting on the steps, Zhu Haomiao looked up at Liu Heng's tall and sturdy figure, glanced over the unsightly pigtail braid on his head, and instinctively frowned slightly, a trace of impatient purple-gold light flashing through his eyes.
"Sit."
