Non-Cultivator Brotherhood
After letting Renxian finish his bath and the man gets some fish, Siuxa and Sanxiu begin to follow him. Although there were still some bruises, he could feel that he was better than before – forcing himself to climb over the rocks.
"Why do you live in the middle of the forest when there are many villages you can live in?" Siuxa inquired as she watched her steps into the dense forest.
The aged fisherman did not turn his head even for a moment, instead, he looked down. "Oh, we live in a village," his voice barely above a whisper, laden with sorrow. "But we were driven out of the Wisteria area."
Renxian and Siuxa turned their heads together, linked to each other. "Wisteria kingdom? What happened?" it was now Renxian who threw the question, curious about what they were doing.
"We, unlike you, of course, are not cultivators," she briefly turned to his back. "I know you are one of them, considering you can heal yourself so fast like that."