Jiang Hao looked at the people kneeling by the river and just smiled slightly. These people worshipped the river, not him. He was not avoiding them out of fear but merely found it bothersome to meet with them. A trivial matter wasn't worth such attention.
After watching for a while and waiting for the adults to scold the children, Jiang Hao turned and left. As one of the lower-tier sect members, he knew that parents couldn't always keep an eye on all their children, but necessary scolding could prevent tragedies.
As night fell, Jiang Hao unknowingly wandered back to the house he called "home." He stood at the door for a while, hesitated, then decided to do something. Finally, he gently knocked on the door.
The same old woman opened the door. "You're back again?" She remembered Jiang Hao. Just as she was about to invite him in, Jiang Hao shook his head:
"No need, I just came to ask for a favor."