"You might be right about that. I'd hazard a guess that each person here brings with them something valuable. Why else would we be here if we couldn't be useful? There's little point."

It rankles at him though, Wen Kexing has fought hard to be his own master, he does not like the expectancy that he might need used one day. Another gulp of his drink, hands reaching to top up the mug. "Mm. Not a place, really. I'm more of a wanderer."

It isn't exactly a lie. The Ghost Valley is not his home, it's a cage that he's been throwing himself against the bars of for quite some time. He thinks he might find a real one one day, wherever Zhou Zishu decides to place himself, but for now it's hard to say.

"There's too much world out there to belong to only one part."