After food and drink had their fill, several deeply asleep bodies lay strewn haphazardly throughout the cave.
Xu Xiaoshou had not poisoned them.
He had merely added some harmless sleeping medicine to the roasted meat.
Under normal circumstances, such medicine could never affect experts of the Cutting Path.
But after a fierce battle, everyone was drained, and with each of them wanting nothing more than to lie down, before long, they had all fallen asleep.
Only the instigator remained relatively alert, lying on his back atop the mountain cave with his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the night sky.
Sparse stars glittered overhead.
Xu Xiaoshou felt a little wistful as he watched them.
After the battle in the White Cavern, Elder Sang had left, and Tiansang Spirit Palace no longer gave him any thought of returning.
Joining Saint Slave had not been his intention either.
He knew perfectly well that he could never truly be like Storyteller, Cen Qiaofu, and the others—people who could even offer up their lives for Saint Slave's so-called faith.
Anyone attached to life could never do such a thing.
But where should he go from here?
"The future..."
Clouds veiled the moonlight as Xu Xiaoshou murmured to himself.
A faint rustling came from below. Mu Zixi climbed up on tiptoe and squatted beside her senior brother.
"It's time to go."
"Urged, Passive Value, +1."
Clearly, Xu Xiaoshou was not the only one with nowhere to belong.
"Where to?" Xu Xiaoshou asked.
"I don't know."
Mu Zixi shook her head. After a pause, she said, "Wherever you go, I'll go."
"You don't want to uncover your origins? Your secrets?" Xu Xiaoshou glanced sideways at her.
Lei Shuangxing lay below them. Xu Xiaoshou had long seen that the man was hiding something. If his junior