Xue Wei said nothing as the two walked out of the mansion. He had not left the house since they arrived. He had forgotten even arriving at the mansion, and thus everything was new and scary to him.

He had not even been out in the gardens; all his time had been spent in his room or the library.

Xue Wei was nervous. He looked down and felt as if everyone they passed by were looking at him, staring at him and whispering about him.

Now and then he could hear the voices comment about him saying words like "trash," "useless," "Xiao Lei and his nephew,"

Hearing these words, again and again, he walked faster and faster to get away from the voices that reverberated through his head, but suddenly he felt a warm hand on his shoulder, and he looked up to see a worried expression on Xiao Lei's face.

"I can't let him worry about me," Xue Wei thought to himself as he saw the worried expression on his uncle’s face. He took a deep breath and sent a smile to Xiao Lei.

"Don't worry uncle," he smiled, "I am just not used to the bright sunlight. I did not know it would be this blinding."

This excuse was rather good. The sun was truly strong, and it shone down on them, blinding people all the time.

Seeing the smile on Xue Wei's face, Xiao Lei felt slightly troubled. He understood that Xue Wei did not want to make him worry, but he wanted to be relied on. Thinking like this, he started to worry about Xue Wei and whether or not he should have taken him out for this trip.

"I am fine," Xue Wei assured Xiao Lei and nodded his head. "I might be trash, but I am your nephew. Just because I cannot enter the battlefield, I might be able to assist in other ways,"

"Let us meet the Shen family. I am sure that we will be great friends in the future."

Xiao Lei smiled at Xue Wei’s pushiness and knew that this incident had sparked something inside of the younger boy, making something start to change. He was on the path to become someone who would not hide himself away. This could especially be seen with how he held his head high and the insecure air around him slowly changed to one of complete disregard for all the people who gossiped about him.

Still, although he was so indifferent, Xiao Lei felt his own anger rising more and more whenever he heard the word trash; the fires of anger and hate burned inside of him.

The ones who were busiest discussing him were all mortals or Ordinary Warriors. None of them were of the higher ranks, as they had sensed the murderous atmosphere around Xiao Lei and had retreated fast.

When they were halfway through town, Xiao Lei's mood had turned so sour that his eyes were flashing with anger and murderous thoughts.

"To think that a hero like Xiao Lei, a Primordial Beast Hunter like him, has to look after such a weak and feeble kid who cannot even cultivate," someone suddenly said in the crowd, and others nodded their heads – someone even injected, "He is a Heavenly Warrior, something that one can only achieve if they are a once-in-a-generation genius, but now his nephew is trash, useless to the extreme."

"Who said that?!" Xiao Lei could no longer stand the mocking and stopped right in his tracks, reaching out and stopping Xue Wei as well.

Xiao Lei's eyes roamed over the crowd, and his magnificent aura was released. It was as if a sovereign was standing on top of a mountain and looking down on his subjects, ready to sentence them to death.

"Whoever has the guts to say that my nephew is useless, I dare them to step forward," Xiao Lei said in a dangerously low voice, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

He already knew who had spoken, but he was testing them. These experts were all ordinary warriors at most, and although they could barely pass as cultivators, they were nothing more than chickens on the chopping block to Xiao Lei.

One of the experts stepped forward. "I said he was trash," he said bravely while pushing out his chest. "We have all served our time in the war to protect humanity, and that boy will never serve in any war, which makes him the trash of society!"

Before the man had the chance to say another word, Xiao Lei flicked his fingers, and a gleam of light appeared. No one was able to catch how fast this gleam of light was, or what exactly had happened, but the only thing they did see was that the man who had spoken was now beheaded and lying on the ground.

Xiao Lei's cold eyes stared at the corpse, and he snorted. "You think you can call others trash with your meager ability?" He then shook his head and patted Xue Wei's shoulder.