“It seems that my so-called junior sister really doesn’t care much for me. She just brought me a bowl of porridge and left… Maybe even if I died in this room, she wouldn’t notice right away!”

Muttering to himself like this, William Clark quickly realized he didn’t really have any grounds to complain, because since he had decided to treat her as a stranger, he couldn’t expect her to treat him kindly.

“Forget it! At least she gave me a bowl of porridge!”

Thinking this way, he felt much better. But his body was so weak that he couldn’t move, leaving him extremely bored. After sitting for a while, he unconsciously formed his fingers into a sword and began practicing the Deadly Linked Three Immortal Sword technique he had memorized just last night, afraid he’d forget it if too much time passed.

After practicing back and forth about ten times, he gradually gained some understanding of the move. William Clark even felt that as he repeated the practice, a warm current began to flow continuously through his arm.

That sensation, as if water was flowing through his arm, made him feel a bit comfortable, and the slight heat even caused a bit of sweat to appear on his forehead.

He closed his eyes, carefully feeling the movement of the warm current in his arm. Not long after he closed his eyes, William Clark suddenly opened them wide, looking at his right hand in surprise.

To be precise, he was looking at the ring on his right index finger, made of some unknown material.

“Was it an illusion?”

He muttered softly, closed his eyes again, and recalled everything that had just happened. In the end, he was able to confirm that the voice he had just heard was not an illusion.

“You have already used the summoning ability once this month and cannot use it again!”

He opened his eyes again and gave his left hand a hard wave.

“Nice!”

Just at that moment, his so-called junior sister walked in, dressed in martial attire and carrying a sword. The shining sweat on her forehead showed that this heroine had just been practicing.

The moment she pushed open the door, she was startled by her jumpy senior brother. After regaining her composure, she frowned and greeted him, “Senior brother, you’re awake? How are you feeling?”

She then glanced at the empty bowl on the table and, seeing that her senior brother seemed to be in good spirits, came to a conclusion: “It looks like you’re recovering well. In that case, we don’t need to stay here any longer.”

“Hm? Why?” William Clark was about to ask where they would go if they didn’t stay here, but immediately noticed Emily Carter’s tightly furrowed brows that hadn’t relaxed at all.

He instantly guessed that his junior sister probably didn’t have much money left. Even if he didn’t recover, they’d likely have to leave here dragging his injured body.

Understanding this, he didn’t ask any more questions about why they couldn’t stay, but instead asked when they planned to leave.

“Tomorrow morning. It’s already very late today!”

Emily Carter also knew it was too late today. Even if they checked out of the inn, they probably wouldn’t be able to find a suitable place to stay right away. That would mean having to sleep on the street or even in the wild.

Normally, that wouldn’t be a big deal for people of the martial world, but the problem was that her senior brother was still injured and not fit for such hardship.

However, she really didn’t have much money left. Now that they no longer had a sect, it meant the two of them had completely lost their source of income. Although the Shushan Sect didn’t have much property left, at least they could still get a full meal. Now, after her senior brother’s crushing defeat, even that was gone.

In other words, the little money she had left was all they had. Even if they were frugal, it probably wouldn’t last more than a few days.

Perhaps seeing his junior sister’s predicament, William Clark felt he should help share the burden, since they were now in the same boat.

Or maybe, since William Clark had just arrived and hadn’t helped at all but instead caused a lot of trouble, he felt a bit guilty; or perhaps it was just his male pride at work. So he decisively decided that they would move out of the inn today—the more nights they could save on room money, the better, since he knew they were counting on that little bit of money to get by.

“Let’s leave after dinner then…” William Clark’s response surprised Emily Carter; she hadn’t expected her usually timid senior brother to show a bit of manliness at this moment.

“No, the food here at the inn isn’t cheap. Let’s just pack up and go! We can buy something simple to fill our stomachs on the way.”

Since the decision was made, there was no need to drag things out any longer—that wasn’t William Clark’s style. He didn’t know what kind of personality or habits the original owner of this body had, but he wasn’t interested in finding out. Since he was pretending to have amnesia, a drastic change in personality wasn’t a big deal.

They packed up simply—there wasn’t much to pack anyway: a set of clothes, a small bag containing a Shushan Sect manual and some spare clothes, and a longsword.

There was nothing else. Even Emily Carter was about the same. The clothes she wore were clean, but it was obvious they were old and well-worn.

The two of them looked downright shabby, so much so that even William Clark couldn’t help but shake his head repeatedly: “This Shushan Sect really is down and out—there’s truly no reason for it to exist anymore!”