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He recalled his experience when he first felt the Yin Yang Principle. The extreme of Yin is Yang, Life's Extremes lead to death, and Death's Extremity brings forth life. Wasn't the purpose of abandoning his cultivation to experience such a stark contrast? However, it seemed he had not truly experienced this contrast. His own abandonment was prepared; although there were people around him who had gone through such contrasts, the understanding of one's state of mind could not be grasped through others' narratives. With this thought, the excitement in his eyes gradually calmed down. It appeared that he would need to seek other ways to comprehend this change. Although he couldn't find a point of insight at the moment, he had found a direction. As long as he observed diligently, there would surely be opportunities for understanding.
"There's no rush, take it slow..." he repeatedly murmured in his heart to relax himself, while also deciding that he needed to recover quickly. Only when he could take care of himself could he search for points of insight. Lying there like this, relying on others for everything was truly foolish compared to Qiu Hao and the others. He let out a long sigh, closed his eyes, and resolved to be a Fool for now.
"Little brother, I never expected you had such skills," Qiu Hao remarked in astonishment as he looked at the completed wheelchair.
"It's just a means of making a living. I learned a bit from watching the elders in the village when I was young," Mo Wen replied, lying on the straw bed and observing Qiu Hao's handiwork. Although it wasn't as perfect as he had imagined, it wasn't too far off either.
"Hey! What’s this new gadget you’ve got here?" Hu San walked in during their conversation and circled around the wooden wheelchair. He was the one who had stripped Mo Wen of his clothes earlier; his skill was known as "Ghost Hand," which Mo Wen later realized meant stealing.
"Get out! This is for He Brother," Qiu Hao kicked Hu San away as he tried to sit down.
"I just wanted to try it out and see if it fits," Hu San muttered while rubbing his backside after being kicked. He then turned to Mo Wen with a grin and said, "Hey! He Brother, do you have any new skills? Teach me something."
"That skill of yours is something he can't teach you," Qiu Hao shot Hu San a glare. Despite having lost his fingers and cultivation, Hu San's penchant for stealing remained unchanged; he would steal from anyone, even from his own group. Fortunately, he had some sense and always returned what he took.
In the dilapidated courtyard, there were now five people living together with Mo Wen included. The group was led by Qiu Hao since he had arrived first. After more than a month of recuperation, Mo Wen could finally speak again; however, he still needed help with eating and other necessities. Despite spending a month together, Mo Wen could tell that Qiu Hao and the others' attentive care was due to Wang Hu's special "oversight." This kind of care could turn into a deadly poison at any moment. Now, he even found himself missing Xiao Hei; ever since they parted ways, Xiao Hei hadn't returned. Yet it seemed Xiao Hei wouldn’t solve any problems here either.
After tinkering with the wheeled chair for a while, Qiu Hao and the others left. Unlike Mo Wen who had Wang Hu bringing him food, they needed to go out and find something to eat themselves, and each time they went out they barely managed to gather enough for one day’s meal. In the shabby courtyard, only Mo Wen remained alone, closing his eyes to enjoy the weak sunlight until he unknowingly fell into a deep sleep.
"Is this news really reliable?" The four sat around the fire pit in a circle as Hu San asked while warming his hands.
"It should be accurate," Qiu Hao replied calmly, hope flickering in his eyes despite a slight furrow in his brow and uncertainty in his tone.
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