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"I've been waiting here for so many years; this time, whether it's true or false, I have to give it a try." Xia Lao Er clenched his right hand into a fist. One of his eyes was covered by an eye patch, and the firelight flickered across his rugged face.
Hearing the others speak, the mute made a few sounds and gestured with his hands, his eyes filled with a hopeful light. For most of these days, Qiu Hao had been taking care of Mo Wen, and from him, Mo Wen learned much about the four of them. For instance, Qiu Hao's real surname wasn't Qiu; he had chosen that name because he believed he would eventually soar to great heights and transform into a dragon. Among them, Mo Wen was the only one with a real name. As Qiu Hao put it, their gathering was a matter of fate; why should they care about names? Having all gone through the trials of being cast aside, they shared unspoken pasts that formed an unspoken agreement not to pry into each other's histories. This understanding had become a taboo among them. From what Mo Wen gathered from Qiu Hao's words, these individuals had once been prominent figures, but as the saying goes, there are always greater mountains beyond the mountains. Once they offended someone they couldn't afford to cross, they ultimately faced this fate. For everyone involved, merely surviving had become the greatest torment. Thus, Mo Wen began to understand Gong Junyan's thoughts; Gong Junyan certainly hadn't anticipated that this would play right into his hands. Receiving a reply from Gong Shangnan must have made him smile even in his sleep.
Mo Wen opened his eyes and gazed at the night sky. He had heard everything during their conversation; perhaps this was what Qiu Hao had mentioned earlier. Qiu Hao had told Mo Wen that the reason so many discarded warriors gathered in the North Gate District was due to a legend—one that could allow them to return to their cultivation paths. The people here referred to it as the hope of life. Although Mo Wen was curious about this hope, he wasn't particularly interested; his own hope lay within the Divine Sea.
"Qiu Lao Da, what about that kid?" Hu San gestured toward where Mo Wen lay.
"Alas! In his current state..." Qiu Hao glanced in Mo Wen's direction. "Hehe! He Brother is awake!" A tense silence fell around the fire pit, broken only by the crackling of burning wood.
"Ahem! I've been awake for a while now." Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Mo Wen cleared his throat.
"Well then!" Qiu Hao sighed deeply and signaled for Xia Lao Er to carry Mo Wen closer to the fire pit. "He Brother! Since you've heard what we just said, I'll get straight to the point. However, there are a few things I need to clarify with you first; the most important is that what we've discussed today must not be leaked." Qiu Hao looked at Mo Wen with a serious expression.
"Rest assured on that matter. I've relied on all of you for care during my time here, and besides you all, I have no acquaintances left in this place. If this matter is not suitable for me to know, then I won’t press further," Mo Wen replied. From their previous discussions, it seemed that Qiu Hao had gone to great lengths to gather this information. Mo Wen felt he wasn't one to spread rumors; besides, he was merely curious.
"He Brother is being too modest; it's not exactly a secret matter—just concerned it might attract unnecessary trouble. After all, we...," Qiu Hao said while glancing around with a hint of bitterness on his face. His words made Mo Wen realize that everyone present were discarded warriors; although they had once possessed formidable skills, those days were long gone. Now even a single martial artist could easily handle them all.
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