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Every time the Old Ancestor brought Mo Wen here to bask in the sun, the Old Ancestor would lounge in a rocking chair, sipping tea while Mo Wen climbed up and slid down the Old Cow Stone, having the time of his life. When he got tired from playing, he would run over to the Old Ancestor to beg for a sip of tea, then sit on a small stool to listen to the Old Ancestor tell stories. Mo Wen loved hearing the Old Ancestor's tales; in his eyes, the Old Ancestor was knowledgeable about both the heavens and the earth. Most importantly, the Old Ancestor often shared stories about the outside world, which was unimaginable for Mo Wen, who had never left their clan's territory.
The Old Cow Stone seemed to hold a different significance for the Old Ancestor. He had even shared stories about it with Mo Wen, saying that their ancestors had come here while searching for their clan's land and were captivated by the Old Cow Stone. Eventually, they built their territory here, and every clan leader since had lived near this stone. After finishing each story, the Old Ancestor would rise and gently stroke the stone, saying earnestly, "Child, this Old Cow Stone is more important to our Mo Family than anything else. You must remember this." Aside from Uncle Quan and himself, no one in the clan believed those words; the adults said that the Old Ancestor was getting old and had never spoken like this before. They thought it was because he had been injured during his last alchemy session.
With the return of the Old Ancestor, a heavy atmosphere enveloped the clan. The sounds of forging had turned into clashes of weapons. Mo Wen no longer needed to seek out Uncle Quan for training because Quan was busy training the adults in the clan. One by one, his playmates around his age were sent away until he was left all alone. The Old Ancestor no longer basked in the sun but went to the ancestral hall instead. The entire family was shrouded in a somber mood. Even though Mo Wen was still just a child, he could feel it. Every night, he would sneak out to watch Uncle Quan and others train. As a member of the family and someone who practiced martial arts, he wanted to contribute to their clan, but each time he was caught and brought back by Uncle Quan.
Peeking through a crack in the door, Mo Wen saw that no one was outside. He tiptoed to open the door and slip out. Just as he was about to pull it open, someone from outside pushed it open suddenly, startling him into freezing in place. The door swung wide and knocked him out onto the ground. "Wow!" he cried out in pain. Through the flickering light and shadows outside, Mo Wen saw a figure in black rush in; ignoring his cries, the figure picked him up and ran outside.
"Mo Wen, don't make a sound! It's me—I'm Uncle Quan!" The figure called out as they ran.
"Uncle Quan! Where are you taking me?" Hearing it was Uncle Quan made Mo Wen stifle his cries despite his pain.
"The Old Ancestor sent me to take you away!" "Everyone follow me!" Mo Quan shouted back at a dozen or so figures in black trailing behind them as they sped toward the edge of the woods.
"Old Ancestor? Where is he?" Mo Wen caught a whiff of blood on Uncle Quan and grew even more frightened. Why did the Old Ancestor want Uncle Quan to take him away? Where was the Old Ancestor?
As they spoke, Uncle Quan burst out of the woods with Mo Wen in his arms. Only then did Mo Wen see what was happening around their territory: flames were raging everywhere, shouts of battle echoed along with clashing swords as clan members fell one after another. They were fighting against a group of masked figures dressed in black. Having never witnessed such chaos before, Mo Wen was stunned into silence as Uncle Quan carried him away.
"Old Ancestor! There! Uncle Quan! The Old Ancestor is over there!" Not far ahead, Mo Wen spotted the Old Ancestor battling an enemy with one hand while wielding a sword; blood covered his body and flowed from his mouth continuously.
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