Lying on the wooden bed, both of them fell into silence.
Jian Wushuang recalled his own experiences and then turned to look at Xiang Yang.
He couldn't be sure if the other person was still of any use.
If not, he would leave alone tomorrow.
But he was also worried that if Xing Luo came back to look for Xiang Yang, he would miss a great opportunity.
On the path of cultivation, he had never been afraid. As long as someone guided him, with his talent and determination, he could quickly become the pinnacle of this great world.
There was no way he would lead an unremarkable life.
After hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke, "Xiang Yang, do you plan to stay at this dock for the rest of your life?"
"What else?" Xiang Yang replied in a resigned tone, with a piece of straw in his mouth and a vacant look in his eyes.
He had no choice; he had experienced too little.
As a scion of a family, he had never gone through the mundane times.
Nor had he faced many setbacks.
