Xiang Ning was amused that no one believed his truth, so he thought he could have some peace until someone walked over. If he remembered right, this person was like him, one of the few lone wolves. 

“You can find anything in the ruins.” 

His first sentence was a statement, not a question. Xiang Ning was caught off guard by the remark; this young man had more white hair than black, and disheveled stubble. He looked about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, though if he removed his facial hair, he would look like he was in his early twenties. 

Without waiting for Xiang Ning's reply, he walked directly past him as if he hadn’t said anything....