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"Brother, you are leaving! Why is that?" Erniu was surprised. Although he knew that his brother would eventually depart, he didn't expect it to be so soon.
"I entered the city yesterday to search for suitable Kung Fu in the Ning Shen Realm, but I found nothing. I originally planned to head to Zhou Cheng in a few days, but then I encountered the matter with Wang Tian," Mo Wen explained honestly.
"Since that's the case, as your elder brother, I shouldn't keep you here. But I'm worried about the Wang family..." Erniu was concerned that the Wang family wouldn't let things go easily and would seek trouble with Mo Wen.
"You don't need to worry about that. Even if I hadn't left Moro City, the Wang family probably wouldn't have the mind to deal with me right now. If my plan works out, this Wu Hui will be quite spectacular. You should stay with the villagers and enjoy the show," Mo Wen said leisurely while sipping his tea.
"Oh dear, what have you done this time?" Erniu became anxious, realizing that what his brother had done was far more complicated than simply robbing Wang Tian.
"That's not something I can disclose. You'll understand in due time. Now, let's not dwell on it. That belt is a Storage Device; it contains some cultivation items suitable for everyone. Take it back to the village as a keepsake from me," Mo Wen said mysteriously before turning serious with Erniu.
"This..." Erniu looked at the belt in his hand.
"You treat me like a brother, and everyone in the village treats me like family. We're all men here; let's not be sentimental."
"Then I will express the gratitude of the villagers for your kindness!" Hearing Mo Wen's words, Erniu didn't hesitate and put away the belt. "Brother, I'm finding it harder and harder to understand you. I may be older than you, but in terms of experience and temperament, I feel inferior."
"To be honest with you, I don't know why either." Reflecting on his actions felt instinctual, much like his cooking skills. "Perhaps this will become clearer later. Now, let's not get sentimental; it's time for me to go. Until we meet again," Mo Wen said as he stood up to leave.
"Wait a moment, brother; there's one more thing. If it's inconvenient for you, feel free not to answer."
"Brother Erniu, please speak."
"Could you tell me your real name?"
"Mo Wen."
"Haha, good! You truly are straightforward. Once our village shows some progress, I'll come find you; we'll meet again in the Jianghu!"
"It's a promise; see you in the Jianghu!" The two clasped hands in farewell as Mo Wen quickly walked out of the tent and headed east.
Entering through the west city gate and heading straight for the east city gate, there was nothing left in Moro City that he felt attached to. Moreover, he wasn't sure if the lies he spun for Wang Tian last night would hold up; if they were uncovered, lingering in Moro City would mean walking into a trap.
However, along the way, he continuously entered various shops, using Wang Tian's wealth to gather materials, herbs, and elixirs. It was then that he began to grasp a rough concept of money and was astonished by the vast amount Wang Tian had on him. Money had its own measurement rules: a thousand coins made two taels, and a thousand taels made an ingot. The total income from what he sold with Erniu two days ago was only about ten taels, while just last night he had taken hundreds of ingots from Wang Tian. No wonder Old Lu said that robbery was one of the fastest ways to acquire wealth.
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