Afterward, Xu Huo learned about the boy's background.
The place where he was born was fairly well-off; he vaguely remembered his parents often taking him out to buy clothes and bread. After that, there was a gap in his memory; the next thing he recalled was beatings and hunger. The people who stole him only sold him to the boss of the Underground Palace at a low price when they saw he was about to die from illness. He had arrived at the slums when he was six, and had lived in the Underground Palace ever since.
The boss liked him a lot; sometimes when dealing with people from Bai City he wouldn't avoid him, so he knew that, even though cities nowadays managed their populations very strictly, every so often some children who looked very clean would still pass through the slums as a stopover.
"Do you know of any other places?" Xu Huo asked again.
