Zhang Xiao's situation was actually considered pretty good.
With nothing to do, Wang Ye thought about finding Lu Wu for a chat. After all, Lu Wu had seemed rather lonely before and would come over to Wang Ye's place whenever he had nothing going on.
But—
When Wang Ye arrived at Lu Wu's place, Lu Wu was earnestly studying improvements to formations with A Yao. The look he gave Wang Ye—
It was impossible to describe.
It was probably something like, What are you doing here?
Nothing better to do?
If you've got nothing to do, go out and rob someone. Why are you wandering around my place?
Did you really think everyone was as idle as you?
I'm busy!
Stop being a third wheel!
And the word "get lost," which he had been too embarrassed to say aloud but might as well have said.
Wang Ye instantly began doubting his life.
He suddenly felt like he was unnecessary.
Thus, carrying endless sorrow, Wang Ye sighed and turned to leave.
As he walked across the Wasteland, Wang Ye suddenly stopped. He curiously took out Long-Ear's relic. "Going by your usual style, shouldn't you have jumped out early to say that Little Six was still with me? Why are you so quiet this time?"
A faint golden light flickered across the relic.
Long-Ear's phantom floated in midair, carrying a trace of melancholy. Like those wandering poets who loved art, his eyes were filled with gloom. "Only after that little fellow died did I understand that there is nothing in this world that cannot be let go of. No matter how hard you try, before an absolute gap in strength, there is still only one outcome: death."
"So cultivation is what matters."
After saying that, Long-Ear let out a soft sigh and