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Until now, Mo Wen had just come to his senses from Wang Hu's earlier words, only to find a group of people surrounding him, their eyes filled with awe. He opened his mouth, wanting to ask the man who had called himself Tiger Ye about his origins.
"He Ye! Are you hungry? Hurry, let’s serve He Ye some food!" Seeing Mo Wen move his lips, one of the apparent leaders quickly called out to the others. The crowd scrambled to pull out their hidden food and offered it to him.
"Go away! He Ye is so precious; how can he eat this kind of coarse food?" The leader glanced at the food being offered and shooed everyone away. His gaze fell on the box left by Wang Hu. Carefully opening it, he swallowed hard as he stared at its contents. He picked up the porridge inside and signaled to one of the beggars nearby. The beggar hurried over to help Mo Wen sit up, but Mo Wen felt like a lump of clay and could barely manage, ultimately resting his head on the beggar's shoulder while the leader spoon-fed him.
Before his downfall, Mo Wen had imagined various scenarios for his future situation, but he never expected to end up in a beggar's den, becoming one of them.
"Boss, are you trying to kick me out?" As soon as he returned, the boss told him to find a good place to cultivate. Xiao Hei was at a loss; did the boss think he was such a burden that he couldn't even find food?
"No, I need to practice a kind of martial art that will take a long time. Once I succeed, I'll be very powerful. You don’t want to be left behind, do you? So you should take this time to cultivate well too. Then we can create our own world together." Looking at Xiao Hei, Mo Wen finally understood how Old Lu felt when he had tried to persuade him. His heartfelt words seemed to have no effect.
"Boss, is it that your injuries are beyond hope? Are you planning to end it all once I leave?" Xiao Hei looked at Mo Wen seriously. To him, this seemed quite possible since many stories depicted such scenarios.
"...What are you thinking? Do you really think your boss would do something like that?" Mo Wen was infuriated; the Divine Beast's logic was truly unusual.
"You must be planning that way. If that's the case, I can't leave you even more. Besides, even though I can’t do much, I have to stay with you since you're in this condition." Xiao Hei spoke firmly and simply lay down with his eyes closed, refusing to respond no matter how much he was called.
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"Sigh! Alright, let me put it this way: I've obtained an ancient Kung Fu technique—well, it should be an ancient one—called the Xuan Tian Manual. It's very powerful, but practicing this Kung Fu requires me to abandon my previous cultivation..." Mo Wen detailed his experiences in Bei Yin Mountain and at the Gate of the Xuantian to Xiao Hei and shared the text of the Xuan Tian Manual with him in hopes of persuading him. Mo Wen wanted Xiao Hei to leave; after all, they were still in Cold Ice City. Although only martial artists who had yet to step into cultivation and ordinary people lived here, there was no guarantee that someone from a higher realm wouldn’t show up. If they discovered Xiao Hei's Qilin Bloodline, the consequences would be dire. Furthermore, he had no idea how long it would take for him to master the Xuan Tian Manual; rather than having Xiao Hei waste time here with him, it would be better for him to find a place to cultivate.
"You don’t need to worry about my safety; these people have been specially taken care of. They won’t let me die before I recover. Once I'm back on my feet, these few people won’t be my match." Xiao Hei's ears twitched slightly but still did not respond.
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