Expanding the range of his Spiritual World was impossible to accomplish in one go. For the next three days, Xu Huo devoted nearly all his time to it except when he was eating or sleeping. The excessive expenditure of mental power left him in worse shape than when he had first arrived, with dark circles under his eyes. After making some progress, he decided to stop and rest for half a day.
There had been a lot of people coming and going around the inn these past few days. Aside from the group that had fought him, most of those who came merely made inquiries before leaving. Some were even looking for the boy.
The innkeeper did not interfere in the affairs of the "Underground Palace." He merely helped pass the message on to the boy.
The boy had been draped in a bedsheet these past few days. He had no money, so every day he survived by picking through Xu Huo's leftovers. Most of the water here had been contaminated. Although the water used by people living in places like this slum had been treated, it still failed to meet ordinary hygiene standards. They could only be said to be barely surviving.
The boy did not think there was anything wrong with eating leftovers. Every meal, he licked the plate completely clean before putting it back out.
Since Xu Huo had paid, the innkeeper did not bother with him either. But the good days did not last long. People from the Underground Palace came looking for him. They did not attack him directly. Instead, they had the innkeeper tell him to go back on his own, or else they would make him regret it.
The pain that had just eased swept over him again. Years of abuse had made