Time passed slowly inside the small hut. During these days of recuperation, Henry Carter saw only James Turner and Eric Bennett. Although these two guys no longer abused him, he could forget about seeing any kindness from them.

During these days, Henry Carter had been secretly observing his surroundings. Especially from the occasional conversations between Eric Bennett and James Turner, Henry Carter managed to pick up a few clues.

This was probably a valley, and the owner of the valley was the immortal master who had brought him here. The immortal master had taken in quite a few disciples, and he himself was very likely to become one as well.

The immortal master could shatter rocks with a single hand, summon countless gales with a wave of divine power, and could even...

Bit by bit, Henry Carter became increasingly aware of the kind of formidable being he was facing, and it was clear that this being harbored ill intentions toward him—no, toward all of his disciples. For now, he had to survive under the immortal master’s watchful eye.

The difficult situation did not discourage Henry Carter; instead, it ignited his fighting spirit. He not only wanted to survive, but to live with dignity!

So as not to arouse suspicion, Henry Carter, though curious, did not touch the dark gourd at all.

“Henry Carter, the immortal master wants to see you. Come with me!” James Turner came up to Henry Carter, gave his shoulder a hard slap, and barked roughly.

Although he was quite displeased, Henry Carter stood up without showing any emotion.

“Hmph, come with me. Let me tell you, any benefits you get from the immortal master, you’d better not keep them all to yourself.” James Turner shot Henry Carter a sidelong glare and said fiercely.

Following closely behind James Turner, Henry Carter left the shabby room for the second time. Last time it had been night, and he’d been pretending to be dead, so he hadn’t seen his surroundings at all. Now, finally, he had a chance.

Looking around, Henry Carter realized that this was indeed a valley. The room he’d been staying in was just an ordinary cave. After stepping out, Henry Carter saw an open area at least a hundred zhang across, with several small paths crisscrossing it.

At this moment, only James Turner and Henry Carter were on the path. Although it was daytime, they didn’t encounter a single other soul. Halfway along, Henry Carter suddenly felt a bit lucky, thinking to himself that if he hadn’t happened to run into that senior brother, he might have already been finished at the hands of James Turner and Eric Bennett!

“Kid, when you see the immortal master, you’d better behave yourself. That’ll be good for you, understand?” Arriving between two caves, James Turner actually managed a rare smile.

“Thank you for the reminder, Brother James Turner, I understand.” Although he knew James Turner was up to no good, Henry Carter still thanked him.

James Turner was quite satisfied with Henry Carter’s attitude. He lightly knocked on the stone door twice, then respectfully said, “Disciple James Turner, ordered to bring Henry Carter to pay respects.”

After a moment, the stone door creaked open, and out stepped a bewitchingly graceful Daoist child. She glanced disdainfully at James Turner, then said coolly, “Wait here.” She then beckoned to Henry Carter and turned to walk into the cave.

From the way the Daoist child walked, Henry Carter instantly realized her identity—she was a girl.

Though it was a cave, the passage inside was inlaid with luminous pearls. After walking only a few zhang, Henry Carter felt his feet sink into something soft, so comfortable it was as if he were walking on clouds.

A Mongolian carpet—Henry Carter had only seen one once before, during a battle in a conquered general’s mansion. That carpet was nowhere near as large or as soft as the one beneath his feet now.

The Daoist child said nothing, clearly disdaining to speak to Henry Carter. After passing through a long corridor, the number of luminous pearls around them suddenly increased.

“Immortal master, the person you saved has arrived.” In a delicate, affected voice, the Daoist child called toward the hall.

“Let him in.” The hoarse voice carried a chilling, sinister air. Hearing it, Henry Carter shuddered. Even though his consciousness had been inside the gourd, he had still witnessed some of the immortal master’s power.

Henry Carter had already rehearsed this meeting in his mind several times, so he dared not be careless. Entering the hall, he knelt without raising his head and said, “Disciple Henry Carter, thanks the immortal master for saving my life.” With that, he knelt respectfully to the ground.

Although he was most unwilling to kneel to the Daoist, for the sake of survival and to avenge his slaughtered village, at this moment, Henry Carter could only swallow his pride. His hatred and his desire for revenge could only be buried deep in his heart.

A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years; a villain’s revenge brooks no delay.

Henry Carter was not a gentleman, so he could not wait ten years; nor was he a villain, so until he had the strength, what he needed most was patience!