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"Mo Quan, take him away!" It seemed that Old Ancestor heard Mo Wen's shout and turned to glance back.
"Old Ancestor!" Seeing Old Ancestor injured, Mo Wen burst into tears.
"Child, go! Remember what Old Ancestor told you!" As he fought off the enemies, Old Ancestor looked back at Mo Wen, his already frail body appearing even more worn and haggard.
"Be careful, Old Ancestor!" Mo Wen saw a man in black with a mask appear behind Old Ancestor, taking advantage of his momentary distraction to thrust a sword forward.
"Go!" These were Old Ancestor's last words, followed by a loud explosion accompanied by a blinding flash of light. The masked figures and Old Ancestor vanished into the brilliance.
"No! Uncle Quan! Hurry and save Old Ancestor!" Mo Wen cried out while pounding on Mo Quan's shoulder. Hearing the explosion, the members of the Mo Family were in tears, wiping their eyes with bloodied sleeves before charging back into battle. Mo Quan was momentarily stunned, glancing back at the site of the explosion.
"Go! Fight your way out!" With one arm around Mo Wen and the other waving to rally about ten others, they charged forward.
Mo Wen's vision was completely blurred by tears, and all he could hear was Uncle Quan's increasingly frantic breathing alongside the sounds of battle—the clash of swords and cries of war. In his hazy sight were ghostly faces and falling figures.
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"Boss! Wake up!" Not long after entering, cries came from the inner room. At first, Xiao Hei did not go in; it is said that a man crying is most taboo to be seen by others. However, as things grew increasingly strange, he cautiously stepped inside to take a look. He was startled; Boss Mo was thrashing about on the bed, crying out loudly. Had Boss taken medicine again? He needed to wake him up quickly.
"Ah!" A voice echoed in his mind—Xiao Hei's voice—and Mo Wen flipped over to sit up. "Xiao Hei?" Looking at Xiao Hei standing by his bedside, Mo Wen felt confused. Where was he?
"Boss, wipe your face first." Hastily pulling up his shiny black sleeve to wipe his face, the dirt stuck directly to it. "Better not have wiped at all," he muttered as he shook his sleeve. It was only when wiping his face that Mo Wen realized he had been crying.
"What happened earlier, Xiao Hei?" To confirm the reality of what was happening before him, he decided to ask Xiao Hei.
"Boss, you've gone mad." As he spoke, Xiao Hei shrank back towards the door; if Boss went crazy, he would run away.
"You can go. I need some time alone." Sitting on the bed, Mo Wen began to reflect on the dream he had before. After entering the Refining Spirit Realm, he rarely dreamed at all; even if he did dream, it was never this vivid.
"Old Niushi? The renowned smithing Mo Family?" Old Lu had mentioned that there was a great clan known for smithing in this world, but that was the Mo Family—not his own Mo Family. He hadn't heard Old Lu mention any issues with their family. Could it be that he belonged to that Mo Family? What connection did this dream have with the silent place from his time in Refining Spirit? In the dream, he was just an ordinary child of similar age; could it really be due to absorbing Ghoulwood as Old Lu said?
After tidying up, he stepped out of the inner room and saw Xiao Hei still lost in thought. He wondered what this guy was thinking about. The two resumed their journey across Lava Sea; however, now Mo Wen's mind was filled with thoughts of dreams. Was it possible that his memories were awakening? The Uncle Quan who led him away in the dream lingered in his mind.
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