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Just like this time, if it weren't for Mo Wen mentioning the preparation of supplies, they would have been ready to take a desperate gamble and charge into the Gobi with nothing but their fervent passion.
After watching the night for a while, he closed his eyes and began to think about what to do next. Inside Cold Ice City, someone had been monitoring him during the day, which was one of the reasons he had tried so hard to persuade Qiu Hao and the others to come out at night. It was clear that the Gong Family wanted him to be downcast but didn't want him dead. At present, he was not in any immediate danger; however, trying to recover posed a significant risk. If he made any noise, it would surely attract the attention of the Gong Family, and by then, he might find himself in real peril. Therefore, even if he managed to recover, he had to pretend as if he hadn't. In short, he had to endure—he must bear it until he had the strength to resist or escape.
During this time, he had also gathered some information about Gong Shangnan, but no one knew his realm. Some said it was higher than that of the current emperor, while others claimed they were nearly equal. Various signs suggested that the latter statement might be more reliable; otherwise, given Gong Shangnan's nature, he wouldn't act so secretly, and the emperor wouldn't remain indifferent to his actions. It was rumored that the emperor's realm had reached a level of transcendence, just a step away from entering the next stage; Gong Shangnan should be similar. Even so, he was not someone Mo Wen could contend with. This time, having Qiu Hao and the others take him into the Gobi was part of his future plans.
As night deepened and the moonlight brightened, the scattered stones on the ground reflected a dark glow under its illumination, adding an eerie atmosphere to the already cold Gobi. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past, sweeping away the tattered Beast Skin covering him.
"Wind!" Mo Wen awoke from his thoughts. Wind was rare here; when he had mentioned climate changes before, Qiu Hao and the others had stared at him wide-eyed. Since then, everyone believed he came from an extraordinary background and was well-informed. The oldest among them in that broken courtyard, Qiu Hao, had only heard about wind from others; as for rain, he had never even heard of it until Mo Wen learned its name—Tianshui.
"Strange!" This gust of wind appeared suddenly and vanished without a trace as if something had swept by overhead. But if something were truly approaching, he would have sensed it. There was no time for further thought; a chill enveloped him, and instinctively he reached out to pull back the Beast Skin before remembering his condition.
"Sigh, I still need to call for help." He sighed and listened for sounds from below the mountain; everything remained quiet down there. Clearly, the four hadn't noticed this gust of wind. He opened his mouth to call out for Hu San.
"Hmm?" He closed his mouth again with furrowed brows as he felt something unusual within his body—something seemed to be moving inside him, sending waves of tingling sensations through him. He suppressed his excitement and focused intently on feeling it, afraid of missing any detail. This was the first sensation he'd felt in months aside from pain.
Regulating his breathing and closing his eyes again, he concentrated deeply on sensing what was happening inside him. Unknowingly, his spirit sank into his body. After losing his cultivation level, he had tried multiple times to examine himself but had always failed; this was his first success. However, this did not bring Mo Wen joy. Everything within him became visible: meridians severed, bones shattered and misaligned, with some areas unreachable by his spirit. At the fracture points of bones and meridians flickered faint arcs of electricity; upon closer inspection, there were even sparks within those arcs.
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