(Sword of the Third Master: Tang-Ming) Shaye

When Ke Zhuola woke up, the midday sun was so scorching he nearly passed out again.

He had been in this vast desert for far too long. The water he had brought from Longmen was long gone, and now he was completely exhausted.

"With your condition, going back to the Ming Cult would be tantamount to suicide," an old acquaintance told him matter-of-factly inside the inn.

What had he replied then? He shielded his eyes from the piercing sunlight and gulped down air hot enough to burn him.

That's right. Back then, he had stood in front of his old acquaintance and wept pitifully. He answered with difficulty, "I just... want to go home."