Ch.21:‌ ‌Shortened‌ ‌Distance;‌ ‌Adrift‌ ‌in‌ ‌Sandstorms‌ ‌2‌ ‌ ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌know‌ ‌whether‌ ‌to‌ ‌laugh‌ ‌or‌ ‌cry,‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌command‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌to‌ ‌grab‌ ‌

onto‌ ‌something‌ ‌else‌ ‌when‌ ‌the‌ ‌weight‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌arm‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌became‌ ‌lighter.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian’s‌ ‌

heart‌ ‌sank.‌ ‌This‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌the‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌of‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌being‌ ‌released,‌ ‌but‌ ‌something‌ ‌much‌ ‌

worse.‌ ‌

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Sure‌ ‌enough,‌ ‌the‌ ‌red‌ ‌silhouette‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌grew‌ ‌closer‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌soon‌ ‌within‌ ‌reach.‌ ‌

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San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌got‌ ‌dragged‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌windstorm‌ ‌too!‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌shouted‌ ‌“Don’t‌ ‌panic!”‌ ‌towards‌ ‌him,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌moment‌ ‌he‌ ‌opened‌ ‌his‌ ‌mouth‌ ‌he‌ ‌

got‌ ‌another‌ ‌mouthful‌ ‌of‌ ‌sand.‌ ‌At‌ ‌this‌ ‌point‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌had‌ ‌gotten‌ ‌used‌ ‌to‌ ‌eating‌ ‌sand.‌ ‌He‌ ‌

was‌ ‌trying‌ ‌to‌ ‌tell‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌not‌ ‌to‌ ‌panic,‌ ‌but‌ ‌in‌ ‌all‌ ‌honesty,‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌think‌ ‌the‌ ‌boy‌ ‌would‌ ‌

panic‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌slightest.‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌continued‌ ‌to‌ ‌withdraw‌ ‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian,‌ ‌closing‌ ‌the‌ ‌

distance‌ ‌between‌ ‌him‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌boy‌ ‌who‌ ‌just‌ ‌got‌ ‌blown‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌sky.‌ ‌As‌ ‌he‌ ‌suspected,‌ ‌

San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌look‌ ‌the‌ ‌least‌ ‌bit‌ ‌anxious,‌ ‌appearing‌ ‌as‌ ‌if‌ ‌he‌ ‌could‌ ‌calmly‌ ‌open‌ ‌up‌ ‌a‌ ‌

book‌ ‌and‌ ‌read‌ ‌right‌ ‌then‌ ‌and‌ ‌there.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌wondered‌ ‌if‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌had‌ ‌gotten‌ ‌dragged‌ ‌

in‌ ‌on‌ ‌purpose.‌ ‌ ‌

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Ruoye‌ ‌wrapped‌ ‌itself‌ ‌around‌ ‌the‌ ‌waists‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌to‌ ‌rope‌ ‌them‌ ‌together,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌

then‌ ‌commanded,‌ ‌“Go‌ ‌try‌ ‌again,‌ ‌but‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌bring‌ ‌up‌ ‌any‌ ‌more‌ ‌people!”‌ ‌

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The‌ ‌silk‌ ‌band‌ ‌shot‌ ‌out‌ ‌once‌ ‌again‌ ‌but‌ ‌this‌ ‌time‌ ‌it‌ ‌grabbed‌ ‌onto…‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao!‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌felt‌ ‌drained.‌ ‌“Ruoye,”‌ ‌he‌ ‌said‌ ‌tiredly,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌said‌ ‌no‌ ‌people,‌ ‌but‌ ‌I‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌mean‌ ‌it‌ ‌so‌ ‌

literally…‌ ‌alright.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌then‌ ‌turned‌ ‌towards‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌and‌ ‌shouted,‌ ‌“NAN‌ ‌FENG‌ ‌

FU‌ ‌YAO!‌ ‌HANG‌ ‌ON!‌ ‌HANG‌ ‌ON‌ ‌TIGHT!”‌ ‌

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Down‌ ‌below,‌ ‌of‌ ‌course‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌did‌ ‌their‌ ‌utmost‌ ‌to‌ ‌try‌ ‌and‌ ‌anchor‌ ‌

themselves,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌winds‌ ‌were‌ ‌simply‌ ‌too‌ ‌strong,‌ ‌and‌ ‌soon,‌ ‌without‌ ‌any‌ ‌surprise,‌ ‌

another‌ ‌two‌ ‌silhouettes‌ ‌joined‌ ‌them‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌twister.‌ ‌Now‌ ‌all‌ ‌four‌ ‌of‌ ‌them,‌ ‌tied‌ ‌together‌ ‌by‌ ‌

Ruoye,‌ ‌were‌ ‌swirling‌ ‌about‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌twister,‌ ‌getting‌ ‌pulled‌ ‌higher‌ ‌and‌ ‌higher‌ ‌off‌ ‌the‌ ‌

ground,‌ ‌winds‌ ‌and‌ ‌sand‌ ‌meshing‌ ‌and‌ ‌blowing‌ ‌about.‌ ‌ ‌

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“How‌ ‌did‌ ‌you‌ ‌both‌ ‌get‌ ‌blown‌ ‌up‌ ‌here‌ ‌too?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌shouted‌ ‌while‌ ‌enduring‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌sand‌ ‌

going‌ ‌into‌ ‌his‌ ‌mouth.‌ ‌

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“Ask‌ ‌your‌ ‌dumb‌ ‌Ruoye!”‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌yelled‌ ‌back,‌ ‌also‌ ‌getting‌ ‌mouthfuls‌ ‌of‌ ‌sand‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌spat.‌ ‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌seized‌ ‌his‌ ‌‘dumb‌ ‌Ruoye’‌ ‌with‌ ‌both‌ ‌hands‌ ‌and‌ ‌said‌ ‌woefully,‌ ‌“My‌ ‌dear‌ ‌Ruoye,‌ ‌

all‌ ‌four‌ ‌of‌ ‌us‌ ‌are‌ ‌counting‌ ‌on‌ ‌you‌ ‌now.‌ ‌Please‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌grab‌ ‌the‌ ‌wrong‌ ‌thing‌ ‌again.‌ ‌Now‌ ‌

go!”‌ ‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌miserably‌ ‌released‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌once‌ ‌again.‌ ‌ ‌

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“STOP‌ ‌RELYING‌ ‌ON‌ ‌THAT‌ ‌TOY!‌ ‌THINK‌ ‌OF‌ ‌SOMETHING‌ ‌ELSE!”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌roared.‌ ‌

But‌ ‌just‌ ‌then,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌felt‌ ‌a‌ ‌tug‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌end‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌silk‌ ‌band,‌ ‌and‌ ‌lit‌ ‌up.‌ ‌“Wait!‌ ‌

Give‌ ‌it‌ ‌one‌ ‌more‌ ‌chance!‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌caught‌ ‌something!”‌ ‌

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“IT‌ ‌BETTER‌ ‌NOT‌ ‌BE‌ ‌A‌ ‌RANDOM‌ ‌PASSERBY!‌ ‌LET‌ ‌THE‌ ‌POOR‌ ‌PERSON‌ ‌GO!”‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌

roared‌ ‌too.‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌was‌ ‌also‌ ‌afraid‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌thing.‌ ‌He‌ ‌tugged‌ ‌back‌ ‌at‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌but‌ ‌it‌ ‌remained‌ ‌

taut‌ ‌and‌ ‌firm,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌let‌ ‌out‌ ‌a‌ ‌breath‌ ‌of‌ ‌relief.‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌not!‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌something‌ ‌solid,‌ ‌quite‌ ‌

stable!”‌ ‌Then‌ ‌he‌ ‌commanded‌ ‌Ruoye,‌ ‌“Pull!”‌ ‌

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Against‌ ‌the‌ ‌crazed‌ ‌twister,‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌rapidly‌ ‌shortened,‌ ‌and‌ ‌lugged‌ ‌the‌ ‌four‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌

windstorm,‌ ‌away‌ ‌from‌ ‌it.‌ ‌Gradually,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌make‌ ‌out‌ ‌the‌ ‌contours‌ ‌of‌ ‌something‌ ‌

large,‌ ‌black,‌ ‌and‌ ‌half‌ ‌round‌ ‌down‌ ‌below‌ ‌the‌ ‌size‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌small‌ ‌temple.‌ ‌When‌ ‌they‌ ‌finally‌ ‌

touched‌ ‌ground,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌saw‌ ‌that‌ ‌this‌ ‌round‌ ‌structure‌ ‌was‌ ‌actually‌ ‌a‌ ‌giant‌ ‌boulder.‌ ‌

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In‌ ‌the‌ ‌midst‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌windstorm,‌ ‌this‌ ‌boulder‌ ‌was‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌fortress,‌ ‌the‌ ‌perfect‌ ‌shelter.‌ ‌While‌ ‌on‌ ‌

the‌ ‌road‌ ‌earlier‌ ‌however,‌ ‌none‌ ‌of‌ ‌them‌ ‌had‌ ‌seen‌ ‌a‌ ‌rock‌ ‌like‌ ‌this.‌ ‌Who‌ ‌knows‌ ‌how‌ ‌far‌ ‌

the‌ ‌twister‌ ‌had‌ ‌taken‌ ‌them.‌ ‌When‌ ‌they‌ ‌landed‌ ‌they‌ ‌immediately‌ ‌circled‌ ‌around‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌

back‌ ‌to‌ ‌hide‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌wind.‌ ‌The‌ ‌moment‌ ‌they‌ ‌went‌ ‌around,‌ ‌understanding‌ ‌dawned‌ ‌on‌ ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌cheered,‌ ‌“Thank‌ ‌the‌ ‌heaven‌ ‌official’s‌ ‌blessings!”‌ ‌ ‌

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Turns‌ ‌out,‌ ‌behind‌ ‌the‌ ‌back‌ ‌of‌ ‌this‌ ‌boulder,‌ ‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌hole.‌ ‌The‌ ‌hole‌ ‌was‌ ‌as‌ ‌wide‌ ‌as‌ ‌

two‌ ‌doors‌ ‌combined,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌length‌ ‌of‌ ‌half‌ ‌a‌ ‌person.‌ ‌Although‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌short,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌still‌ ‌

possible‌ ‌to‌ ‌enter‌ ‌if‌ ‌one‌ ‌bends‌ ‌down.‌ ‌The‌ ‌hole‌ ‌opening‌ ‌was‌ ‌jagged‌ ‌and‌ ‌slant,‌ ‌but‌ ‌

appeared‌ ‌more‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌haphazardly‌ ‌man‌ ‌made‌ ‌rather‌ ‌than‌ ‌naturally‌ ‌formed.‌ ‌When‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌

Lian‌ ‌entered,‌ ‌he‌ ‌discovered‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌insides‌ ‌were‌ ‌actually‌ ‌hollowed,‌ ‌and‌ ‌quite‌ ‌deep.‌ ‌It‌ ‌

was‌ ‌dark‌ ‌further‌ ‌inside,‌ ‌so‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌bother‌ ‌looking‌ ‌around‌ ‌before‌ ‌settling‌ ‌down‌ ‌where‌ ‌

there’s‌ ‌light,‌ ‌pat‌ ‌the‌ ‌sand‌ ‌off‌ ‌of‌ ‌Ruoye,‌ ‌and‌ ‌wrapped‌ ‌it‌ ‌back‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌arm.‌ ‌

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Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌were‌ ‌both‌ ‌spitting‌ ‌out‌ ‌sand;‌ ‌they’re‌ ‌covered‌ ‌from‌ ‌head‌ ‌to‌ ‌toe,‌ ‌in‌ ‌

their‌ ‌orifices‌ ‌and‌ ‌all‌ ‌over‌ ‌their‌ ‌clothes.‌ ‌They‌ ‌peeled‌ ‌off‌ ‌their‌ ‌outer‌ ‌robes‌ ‌and‌ ‌shook‌ ‌

them,‌ ‌dumping‌ ‌small‌ ‌mounds‌ ‌of‌ ‌sand‌ ‌onto‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground.‌ ‌Out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌four,‌ ‌only‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌

looked‌ ‌unruffled;‌ ‌he‌ ‌lazily‌ ‌dusted‌ ‌himself‌ ‌off‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌proper‌ ‌again.‌ ‌Other‌ ‌than‌ ‌his‌ ‌

lopsided‌ ‌ponytail,‌ ‌his‌ ‌carefree‌ ‌form‌ ‌remain‌ ‌unaffected.‌ ‌That‌ ‌hair‌ ‌was‌ ‌tied‌ ‌by‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌

and‌ ‌was‌ ‌already‌ ‌askew,‌ ‌so‌ ‌a‌ ‌little‌ ‌wind‌ ‌made‌ ‌no‌ ‌noticeable‌ ‌difference‌ ‌anyway.‌ ‌

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Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌wiped‌ ‌his‌ ‌face‌ ‌and‌ ‌started‌ ‌cursing‌ ‌while‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌dumped‌ ‌sand‌ ‌from‌ ‌his‌ ‌

bamboo‌ ‌hat.‌ ‌“Sigh,‌ ‌I‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌think‌ ‌you‌ ‌two‌ ‌would‌ ‌get‌ ‌pulled‌ ‌in‌ ‌too.‌ ‌Why‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌you‌ ‌use‌ ‌the‌ ‌

Thousand‌ ‌Pound‌ ‌Weight‌ ‌spell?”‌ ‌

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“We‌ ‌did!‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌useless!”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌said‌ ‌spat‌ ‌angrily.‌ ‌

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From‌ ‌the‌ ‌side,‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌was‌ ‌still‌ ‌shaking‌ ‌sand‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌outer‌ ‌robe‌ ‌and‌ ‌said‌ ‌nastily,‌ ‌

“Where‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌think‌ ‌we‌ ‌are?‌ ‌This‌ ‌is‌ ‌a‌ ‌desert‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Northwest,‌ ‌not‌ ‌the‌ ‌main‌ ‌domain‌ ‌of‌ ‌

my‌ ‌general.”‌ ‌

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Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌continued,‌ ‌“The‌ ‌North‌ ‌is‌ ‌the‌ ‌territory‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌General‌ ‌Pei’s,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌West‌ ‌

belongs‌ ‌to‌ ‌Quan‌ ‌YiZhen.‌ ‌You‌ ‌won’t‌ ‌find‌ ‌a‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Yang‌ ‌temple‌ ‌within‌ ‌a‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌mile‌ ‌radius‌ ‌

here.”‌ ‌

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There’s‌ ‌a‌ ‌saying‌ ‌that‌ ‌a‌ ‌powerful‌ ‌dragon‌ ‌can’t‌ ‌win‌ ‌against‌ ‌local‌ ‌overlord‌ ‌snakes;‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌

Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌represent‌ ‌generals‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌Southeast‌ ‌and‌ ‌Southwest,‌ ‌so‌ ‌their‌ ‌powers‌ ‌

were‌ ‌restricted‌ ‌outside‌ ‌their‌ ‌own‌ ‌territories.‌ ‌ ‌

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“That’s‌ ‌really‌ ‌quite‌ ‌hard‌ ‌on‌ ‌you‌ ‌guys.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌watched‌ ‌their‌ ‌annoyed‌ ‌faces‌ ‌and‌ ‌

sympathized‌ ‌thinking‌ ‌this‌ ‌might‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌their‌ ‌first‌ ‌time‌ ‌getting‌ ‌pulled‌ ‌into‌ ‌a‌ ‌twister‌ ‌

and‌ ‌tumble‌ ‌about.‌ ‌ ‌

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San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌sat‌ ‌down‌ ‌next‌ ‌to‌ ‌him,‌ ‌and‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌hand‌ ‌propping‌ ‌up‌ ‌his‌ ‌cheek,‌ ‌he‌ ‌asked,‌ ‌“So‌ ‌

are‌ ‌we‌ ‌just‌ ‌gonna‌ ‌sit‌ ‌here‌ ‌until‌ ‌the‌ ‌storm‌ ‌blows‌ ‌over?”‌ ‌

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“Looks‌ ‌like‌ ‌that’ll‌ ‌have‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌the‌ ‌case,”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌turned‌ ‌to‌ ‌him‌ ‌and‌ ‌replied.‌ ‌“As‌ ‌strong‌ ‌as‌ ‌

that‌ ‌twister‌ ‌is,‌ ‌it‌ ‌can’t‌ ‌possibly‌ ‌blow‌ ‌a‌ ‌giant‌ ‌rock‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌sky.”‌ ‌

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“You‌ ‌never‌ ‌know.‌ ‌Like‌ ‌you‌ ‌said,‌ ‌there’s‌ ‌something‌ ‌off‌ ‌about‌ ‌that‌ ‌wind.”‌ ‌

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A‌ ‌thought‌ ‌came‌ ‌to‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌suddenly,‌ ‌“San‌ ‌Lang,‌ ‌may‌ ‌I‌ ‌ask‌ ‌a‌ ‌question?”‌ ‌

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“Go‌ ‌ahead,”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌replied.‌ ‌

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“That‌ ‌Guoshi‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue,‌ ‌is‌ ‌it‌ ‌a‌ ‌man‌ ‌or‌ ‌a‌ ‌woman?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌asked.‌ ‌

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“Have‌ ‌I‌ ‌not‌ ‌said‌ ‌so‌ ‌earlier?‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌a‌ ‌woman.”‌ ‌

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Just‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌suspected,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌thought,‌ ‌and‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“Earlier‌ ‌when‌ ‌we‌ ‌were‌ ‌resting‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌

abandoned‌ ‌inn,‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌we‌ ‌see‌ ‌two‌ ‌figures‌ ‌pass‌ ‌by?‌ ‌The‌ ‌one‌ ‌in‌ ‌white‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌woman‌ ‌

cultivator.”‌ ‌

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Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌looked‌ ‌doubtful,‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌easy‌ ‌to‌ ‌identify‌ ‌whether‌ ‌if‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌man‌ ‌or‌ ‌woman‌ ‌by‌ ‌

those‌ ‌robes,‌ ‌and‌ ‌that‌ ‌individual‌ ‌looked‌ ‌taller‌ ‌than‌ ‌your‌ ‌average‌ ‌woman.‌ ‌Are‌ ‌you‌ ‌sure‌ ‌

you‌ ‌saw‌ ‌right?”‌ ‌

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“I’m‌ ‌absolutely‌ ‌sure,”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌said.‌ ‌“So‌ ‌I‌ ‌thought‌ ‌she‌ ‌might‌ ‌be‌ ‌the‌ ‌Guoshi‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue.”‌ ‌

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“It’s‌ ‌possible.”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“But‌ ‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌another‌ ‌black‌ ‌clad‌ ‌figure‌ ‌traveling‌ ‌next‌ ‌to‌ ‌

her,‌ ‌who‌ ‌could‌ ‌that‌ ‌be?”‌ ‌ ‌

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“Hard‌ ‌to‌ ‌say,‌ ‌but,‌ ‌that‌ ‌person‌ ‌was‌ ‌walking‌ ‌even‌ ‌faster‌ ‌than‌ ‌she‌ ‌was,‌ ‌their‌ ‌strength‌ ‌is‌ ‌

definitely‌ ‌not‌ ‌below‌ ‌hers.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌said.‌ ‌

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“Could‌ ‌it‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌evil‌ ‌guoshi,‌ ‌Fang‌ ‌Xin?”‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌wondered.‌ ‌

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“I‌ ‌think‌ ‌in‌ ‌regards‌ ‌to‌ ‌that,‌ ‌the‌ ‌whole‌ ‌‘Dual‌ ‌Wicked‌ ‌Masters’‌ ‌title‌ ‌is‌ ‌given‌ ‌only‌ ‌because‌ ‌

historically‌ ‌what‌ ‌they’ve‌ ‌done‌ ‌is‌ ‌similar,‌ ‌both‌ ‌equally‌ ‌evil,‌ ‌so‌ ‌people‌ ‌connected‌ ‌them‌ ‌

together‌ ‌as‌ ‌a‌ ‌double‌ ‌to‌ ‌help‌ ‌remember‌ ‌them‌ ‌easier.‌ ‌Like‌ ‌the‌ ‌whole‌ ‌‘Four‌ ‌Infamous‌ ‌

Sights’‌ ‌or‌ ‌‘Four‌ ‌Great‌ ‌Calamities’,‌ ‌even‌ ‌if‌ ‌there‌ ‌aren’t‌ ‌four,‌ ‌there‌ ‌are‌ ‌four‌ ‌because‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌

simpler.”‌ ‌Hearing‌ ‌this,‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌burst‌ ‌out‌ ‌laughing‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌stared‌ ‌at‌ ‌him.‌ ‌

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“It’s‌ ‌nothing,”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌just‌ ‌thought‌ ‌what‌ ‌you‌ ‌said‌ ‌made‌ ‌sense.‌ ‌One‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌four‌ ‌

in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Four‌ ‌Great‌ ‌Calamities‌ ‌certainly‌ ‌is‌ ‌only‌ ‌there‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌count.‌ ‌Please‌ ‌continue.”‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌continued,‌ ‌“In‌ ‌reality‌ ‌the‌ ‌Dual‌ ‌Wicked‌ ‌Masters‌ ‌shouldn’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌any‌ ‌relations‌ ‌to‌ ‌

each‌ ‌other.‌ ‌I’ve‌ ‌heard‌ ‌of‌ ‌Master‌ ‌Fang‌ ‌Xin;‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌Guoshi‌ ‌of‌ ‌YongAn,‌ ‌born‌ ‌at‌ ‌least‌ ‌a‌ ‌

hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌earlier‌ ‌than‌ ‌Master‌ ‌BanYue.”‌ ‌

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“You‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌know‌ ‌the‌ ‌Four‌ ‌Great‌ ‌Calamities‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌ghost‌ ‌realm,‌ ‌but‌ ‌you‌ ‌know‌ ‌about‌ ‌

Master‌ ‌Fang‌ ‌Xin‌ ‌of‌ ‌YongAn‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌mortal‌ ‌realm?”‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌asked‌ ‌in‌ ‌disbelief.‌ ‌

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“There‌ ‌are‌ ‌some‌ ‌things‌ ‌I’d‌ ‌learn‌ ‌while‌ ‌collecting‌ ‌junk‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌mortal‌ ‌realm.‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌like‌ ‌I‌ ‌

collect‌ ‌junk‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌ghost‌ ‌realm,‌ ‌so‌ ‌of‌ ‌course‌ ‌I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌learn‌ ‌things‌ ‌about‌ ‌them.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌

explained.‌ ‌

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The‌ ‌wind‌ ‌outside‌ ‌the‌ ‌hole‌ ‌seemed‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌blowing‌ ‌softer,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌walked‌ ‌closer‌ ‌to‌ ‌

the‌ ‌opening,‌ ‌patting‌ ‌the‌ ‌rocky‌ ‌surface‌ ‌here‌ ‌and‌ ‌there,‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌its‌ ‌make.‌ ‌“Why‌ ‌would‌ ‌

there‌ ‌be‌ ‌a‌ ‌hollow‌ ‌rock‌ ‌like‌ ‌this‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌middle‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌desert?”‌ ‌He‌ ‌thought‌ ‌the‌ ‌boulder‌ ‌was‌ ‌

rather‌ ‌suspicious,‌ ‌but‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌think‌ ‌so.‌ ‌

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“They’re‌ ‌not‌ ‌rare.‌ ‌Back‌ ‌then‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌would‌ ‌build‌ ‌shelters‌ ‌like‌ ‌this‌ ‌to‌ ‌hide‌ ‌

from‌ ‌sandstorms‌ ‌or‌ ‌even‌ ‌for‌ ‌passing‌ ‌nights‌ ‌while‌ ‌out‌ ‌grazing‌ ‌livestock.‌ ‌Some‌ ‌holes‌ ‌

weren’t‌ ‌dug‌ ‌but‌ ‌blown‌ ‌out.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌said.‌ ‌

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“How‌ ‌can‌ ‌there‌ ‌be‌ ‌grazing‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌desert?”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌asked,‌ ‌confused.‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌smiled,‌ ‌“It‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌all‌ ‌desert‌ ‌here‌ ‌two‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌ago.‌ ‌There‌ ‌used‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌an‌ ‌

oasis.”‌ ‌

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“Gege,”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌called.‌ ‌

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“What‌ ‌is‌ ‌it?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌turned‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌and‌ ‌responded.‌ ‌

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San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌raised‌ ‌his‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌pointed,‌ ‌“The‌ ‌rock‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌sitting‌ ‌on‌ ‌seems‌ ‌to‌ ‌have‌ ‌writing‌ ‌

on‌ ‌it.”‌ ‌

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“What?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌looked‌ ‌down,‌ ‌then‌ ‌stood‌ ‌up‌ ‌and‌ ‌found‌ ‌that‌ ‌where‌ ‌he‌ ‌sat‌ ‌was‌ ‌actually‌ ‌

a‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate.‌ ‌After‌ ‌having‌ ‌wiped‌ ‌off‌ ‌some‌ ‌dust,‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌indeed‌ ‌letters‌ ‌on‌ ‌its‌ ‌surface.‌ ‌

The‌ ‌characters‌ ‌were‌ ‌carved‌ ‌lightly‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌vertical‌ ‌manner,‌ ‌and‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌slate‌ ‌half‌ ‌buried‌ ‌in‌ ‌

the‌ ‌sand,‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌were‌ ‌inconspicuous‌ ‌and‌ ‌shrouded‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌darkness.‌ ‌

 ‌

If‌ ‌there‌ ‌are‌ ‌writings‌ ‌then‌ ‌they‌ ‌must‌ ‌be‌ ‌inspected!‌ ‌“I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌much‌ ‌power‌ ‌left.‌ ‌Can‌ ‌

anyone‌ ‌lend‌ ‌me‌ ‌a‌ ‌palm‌ ‌light?‌ ‌Thanks!”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌asked.‌ ‌

 ‌

Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌snapped‌ ‌his‌ ‌finger‌ ‌and‌ ‌a‌ ‌small‌ ‌burst‌ ‌of‌ ‌flames‌ ‌ignited‌ ‌in‌ ‌his‌ ‌palm.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌

stole‌ ‌a‌ ‌glance‌ ‌at‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌appear‌ ‌surprised.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌supposed‌ ‌that‌ ‌after‌ ‌

seeing‌ ‌the‌ ‌Distance‌ ‌Shortening‌ ‌array,‌ ‌there‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌much‌ ‌more‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌surprised‌ ‌about.‌ ‌

Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌moved‌ ‌his‌ ‌palm‌ ‌to‌ ‌where‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌directed‌ ‌him‌ ‌and‌ ‌brightened‌ ‌the‌ ‌writings‌ ‌

on‌ ‌the‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate.‌ ‌The‌ ‌characters‌ ‌were‌ ‌odd,‌ ‌as‌ ‌if‌ ‌drawn‌ ‌by‌ ‌a‌ ‌toddler,‌ ‌slanting‌ ‌and‌ ‌wild.‌ ‌

“What‌ ‌the‌ ‌hell‌ ‌is‌ ‌this?”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌wondered.‌ ‌

 ‌

“BanYue‌ ‌writing,‌ ‌duh.”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌replied.‌ ‌

 ‌

“I’m‌ ‌sure‌ ‌he‌ ‌meant‌ ‌the‌ ‌meaning‌ ‌of‌ ‌those‌ ‌words,”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“Let‌ ‌me‌ ‌see.”‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌cleaned‌ ‌more‌ ‌dust‌ ‌and‌ ‌sand‌ ‌off‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate,‌ ‌and‌ ‌revealed‌ ‌the‌ ‌first‌ ‌

column‌ ‌of‌ ‌writing‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌largest‌ ‌characters.‌ ‌They‌ ‌must‌ ‌make‌ ‌the‌ ‌headline.‌ ‌The‌ ‌same‌ ‌

characters‌ ‌also‌ ‌appeared‌ ‌repeatedly‌ ‌in‌ ‌various‌ ‌parts‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌body‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌writing.‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌

approached‌ ‌and‌ ‌also‌ ‌produced‌ ‌a‌ ‌palm‌ ‌torch.‌ ‌“You‌ ‌know‌ ‌how‌ ‌to‌ ‌read‌ ‌BanYuenese?”‌ ‌

 ‌

“Truth‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌told,‌ ‌I’ve‌ ‌collected‌ ‌junk‌ ‌in‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌before‌ ‌that‌ ‌whatever‌ ‌Wicked‌ ‌Master‌ ‌of‌ ‌

BanYue‌ ‌came‌ ‌about.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌replied.‌ ‌

 ‌

“…”‌ ‌

 ‌

“Is‌ ‌there‌ ‌something‌ ‌wrong?”‌ ‌

 ‌

“Nothing,”‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌humphed,‌ ‌“Just‌ ‌wondering‌ ‌where‌ ‌haven’t‌ ‌you‌ ‌collected‌ ‌junk?”‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌flashed‌ ‌a‌ ‌smile‌ ‌then‌ ‌looked‌ ‌down‌ ‌again‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌characters,‌ ‌and‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌said,‌ ‌

“General,”‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

“What?”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌answered‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌time.‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌looked‌ ‌up,‌ ‌“The‌ ‌first‌ ‌word‌ ‌on‌ ‌this‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate‌ ‌is‌ ‌‘General’.”‌ ‌He‌ ‌paused‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌

moment,‌ ‌“But‌ ‌there’s‌ ‌another‌ ‌character‌ ‌after‌ ‌that‌ ‌I’m‌ ‌unsure‌ ‌the‌ ‌meaning‌ ‌of.”‌ ‌

 ‌

Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌seemed‌ ‌to‌ ‌have‌ ‌sighed‌ ‌in‌ ‌relief,‌ ‌“You‌ ‌just‌ ‌keep‌ ‌looking‌ ‌and‌ ‌think.”‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌nodded‌ ‌and‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌shifted‌ ‌his‌ ‌palm‌ ‌over‌ ‌further‌ ‌to‌ ‌light‌ ‌up‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌words.‌ ‌

Something‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌feel‌ ‌right,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌thought.‌ ‌There‌ ‌seemed‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌something‌ ‌more‌ ‌at‌ ‌

the‌ ‌peripheral‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌vision.‌ ‌With‌ ‌both‌ ‌hands‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌rock,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌raised‌ ‌his‌ ‌

head.‌ ‌

 ‌

Above‌ ‌the‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate,‌ ‌the‌ ‌flickering‌ ‌flames‌ ‌illuminated‌ ‌a‌ ‌stiff‌ ‌human‌ ‌face.‌ ‌This‌ ‌face,‌ ‌

with‌ ‌its‌ ‌bulged‌ ‌eyes,‌ ‌was‌ ‌looking‌ ‌down‌ ‌straight‌ ‌at‌ ‌him.‌ ‌

 ‌

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!”‌ ‌

 ‌

—‌ ‌

 ‌

The‌ ‌one‌ ‌who‌ ‌screamed‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌or‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng,‌ ‌but‌ ‌that‌ ‌stiff‌ ‌face.‌ ‌

 ‌

Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌immediately‌ ‌took‌ ‌out‌ ‌his‌ ‌other‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌ignited‌ ‌it‌ ‌too.‌ ‌He‌ ‌put‌ ‌both‌ ‌hands‌ ‌

together‌ ‌and‌ ‌grew‌ ‌the‌ ‌flames‌ ‌until‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌finally‌ ‌bright‌ ‌enough‌ ‌to‌ ‌light‌ ‌up‌ ‌the‌ ‌entire‌ ‌cave.‌ ‌

 ‌

The‌ ‌one‌ ‌whose‌ ‌face‌ ‌was‌ ‌revealed‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌light‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌person‌ ‌that‌ ‌was‌ ‌hiding‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌

shadows‌ ‌all‌ ‌this‌ ‌time,‌ ‌and‌ ‌when‌ ‌the‌ ‌flames‌ ‌grew‌ ‌bigger‌ ‌he‌ ‌scurried‌ ‌alongside‌ ‌the‌ ‌walls‌ ‌

toward‌ ‌the‌ ‌inner‌ ‌cave,‌ ‌and‌ ‌there‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌saw‌ ‌seven‌ ‌to‌ ‌eight‌ ‌people‌ ‌huddling‌ ‌in‌ ‌fear,‌ ‌

trembling.‌ ‌

 ‌

“WHO‌ ‌ARE‌ ‌YOU?”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌shouted.‌ ‌

 ‌

Nan‌ ‌Feng’s‌ ‌angry‌ ‌cry‌ ‌echoed‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian,‌ ‌whose‌ ‌ears‌ ‌were‌ ‌still‌ ‌ringing‌ ‌

from‌ ‌the‌ ‌scream‌ ‌earlier,‌ ‌covered‌ ‌his‌ ‌ears.‌ ‌Noise‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌windstorms‌ ‌had‌ ‌deafened‌ ‌

their‌ ‌hearing,‌ ‌and‌ ‌ever‌ ‌since‌ ‌they‌ ‌entered‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave‌ ‌they‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌discussing‌ ‌the‌ ‌

Wicked‌ ‌Master‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌and‌ ‌then‌ ‌the‌ ‌writing‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate,‌ ‌no‌ ‌one‌ ‌had‌ ‌noticed‌ ‌

there‌ ‌were‌ ‌others‌ ‌also‌ ‌hiding‌ ‌within‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌shelter.‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

The‌ ‌seven‌ ‌to‌ ‌eight‌ ‌people‌ ‌shivered‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌while‌ ‌before‌ ‌an‌ ‌elder‌ ‌of‌ ‌fifty‌ ‌or‌ ‌so‌ ‌years‌ ‌

stammered,‌ ‌“We’re‌ ‌a‌ ‌merchant‌ ‌caravan‌ ‌passing‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌area.‌ ‌Just‌ ‌normal‌ ‌

merchants.‌ ‌The‌ ‌sandstorm‌ ‌is‌ ‌too‌ ‌big,‌ ‌so‌ ‌we’re‌ ‌hiding‌ ‌in‌ ‌here‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌time‌ ‌being.”‌ ‌

 ‌

He‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌most‌ ‌composed‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌group,‌ ‌and‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌looks‌ ‌of‌ ‌it,‌ ‌he‌ ‌should‌ ‌be‌ ‌the‌ ‌leader.‌ ‌

Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌asked,‌ ‌“If‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌normal‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌then‌ ‌why‌ ‌are‌ ‌you‌ ‌sneaking‌ ‌around‌ ‌

hiding?”‌ ‌

 ‌

That‌ ‌elder‌ ‌was‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌respond‌ ‌when‌ ‌a‌ ‌youth‌ ‌of‌ ‌about‌ ‌seventeen‌ ‌years‌ ‌shouted,‌ ‌“We‌ ‌

weren’t‌ ‌planning‌ ‌on‌ ‌sneaking‌ ‌around!‌ ‌But‌ ‌you‌ ‌guys‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌rushed‌ ‌in,‌ ‌who‌ ‌knows‌ ‌

whether‌ ‌if‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌good‌ ‌or‌ ‌evil?‌ ‌Then‌ ‌we‌ ‌keep‌ ‌hearing‌ ‌you‌ ‌talk‌ ‌about‌ ‌the‌ ‌Wicked‌ ‌Master‌ ‌

of‌ ‌BanYue,‌ ‌some‌ ‌ghost‌ ‌realm,‌ ‌and‌ ‌igniting‌ ‌fire‌ ‌in‌ ‌your‌ ‌palms;‌ ‌we‌ ‌thought‌ ‌you‌ ‌guys‌ ‌were‌ ‌

the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌soldiers‌ ‌out‌ ‌patrolling‌ ‌and‌ ‌hunting‌ ‌for‌ ‌flesh!‌ ‌No‌ ‌way‌ ‌we’d‌ ‌make‌ ‌a‌ ‌sound!”‌ ‌

 ‌

“Stop‌ ‌talking,‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng.”‌ ‌The‌ ‌old‌ ‌man‌ ‌hushed‌ ‌the‌ ‌boy,‌ ‌afraid‌ ‌that‌ ‌he‌ ‌might‌ ‌offend‌ ‌the‌ ‌

other‌ ‌party.‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

The‌ ‌youth‌ ‌had‌ ‌thick‌ ‌brows‌ ‌and‌ ‌large‌ ‌eyes,‌ ‌the‌ ‌face‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌tiger.‌ ‌But‌ ‌he‌ ‌shut‌ ‌up‌ ‌

immediately‌ ‌the‌ ‌moment‌ ‌an‌ ‌elder‌ ‌spoke.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌put‌ ‌down‌ ‌his‌ ‌hands,‌ ‌his‌ ‌ears‌ ‌no‌ ‌

longer‌ ‌ringing,‌ ‌and‌ ‌smiled‌ ‌brightly‌ ‌to‌ ‌relax‌ ‌the‌ ‌atmosphere.‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌all‌ ‌a‌ ‌misunderstanding.‌ ‌

Let’s‌ ‌all‌ ‌relax‌ ‌and‌ ‌not‌ ‌panic.”‌ ‌

 ‌

He‌ ‌paused‌ ‌before‌ ‌continuing‌ ‌to‌ ‌explain,‌ ‌“We’re‌ ‌not‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌soldiers.‌ ‌This‌ ‌servant‌ ‌is‌ ‌

only‌ ‌a‌ ‌cultivator‌ ‌from‌ ‌a‌ ‌small‌ ‌shrine.‌ ‌These‌ ‌are‌ ‌…‌ ‌people…‌ ‌from‌ ‌my‌ ‌shrine.‌ ‌We‌ ‌only‌ ‌

know‌ ‌small‌ ‌tricks,‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌fancy.‌ ‌You’re‌ ‌normal‌ ‌merchants,‌ ‌and‌ ‌we’re‌ ‌normal‌ ‌cultivators‌ ‌

without‌ ‌malicious‌ ‌intent.‌ ‌It‌ ‌just‌ ‌so‌ ‌happens‌ ‌that‌ ‌we‌ ‌all‌ ‌entered‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌shelter‌ ‌to‌ ‌hide‌ ‌

away‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌sandstorm.”‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian’s‌ ‌voice‌ ‌was‌ ‌soft‌ ‌and‌ ‌gentle,‌ ‌each‌ ‌word‌ ‌spoken‌ ‌slowly‌ ‌to‌ ‌calm‌ ‌everyone’s‌ ‌

nerves.‌ ‌After‌ ‌much‌ ‌explanation‌ ‌and‌ ‌reassurance,‌ ‌the‌ ‌masses‌ ‌finally‌ ‌relaxed.‌ ‌

 ‌

Suddenly,‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌laughed,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌think‌ ‌they’re‌ ‌being‌ ‌way‌ ‌too‌ ‌humble.‌ ‌Those‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌

aren’t‌ ‌as‌ ‌simple‌ ‌as‌ ‌they‌ ‌say‌ ‌they‌ ‌are.”‌ ‌

 ‌

No‌ ‌one‌ ‌understood‌ ‌what‌ ‌he‌ ‌meant‌ ‌and‌ ‌looked‌ ‌at‌ ‌him‌ ‌in‌ ‌confusion,‌ ‌“Don’t‌ ‌at‌ ‌least‌ ‌half‌ ‌

the‌ ‌travelers‌ ‌go‌ ‌missing‌ ‌when‌ ‌passing‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌Pass?‌ ‌To‌ ‌cross‌ ‌this‌ ‌land‌ ‌

when‌ ‌knowing‌ ‌this‌ ‌rumour,‌ ‌surely‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌all‌ ‌extraordinarily‌ ‌brave.‌ ‌Nothing‌ ‌normal‌ ‌about‌ ‌

you.”‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

“That’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌all‌ ‌true,‌ ‌young‌ ‌man.”‌ ‌The‌ ‌elder‌ ‌responded.‌ ‌“Some‌ ‌caravans‌ ‌have‌ ‌passed‌ ‌

through‌ ‌without‌ ‌harm‌ ‌before!”‌ ‌

 ‌

“Oh?”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌hummed.‌ ‌

 ‌

“As‌ ‌long‌ ‌as‌ ‌you‌ ‌find‌ ‌the‌ ‌right‌ ‌guide‌ ‌and‌ ‌go‌ ‌around‌ ‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌territory‌ ‌then‌ ‌all‌ ‌is‌ ‌well.‌ ‌

So,‌ ‌this‌ ‌time‌ ‌we‌ ‌especially‌ ‌found‌ ‌a‌ ‌local‌ ‌to‌ ‌lead‌ ‌us.”‌ ‌The‌ ‌elder‌ ‌said.‌ ‌

 ‌

“Yea!”‌ ‌That‌ ‌youth‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌spoke‌ ‌up,‌ ‌“It‌ ‌all‌ ‌depends‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌guide!‌ ‌We‌ ‌owe‌ ‌everything‌ ‌

to‌ ‌A-Zhao-ge!‌ ‌If‌ ‌not‌ ‌for‌ ‌him‌ ‌we‌ ‌wouldn’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌able‌ ‌to‌ ‌avoid‌ ‌all‌ ‌those‌ ‌quicksands.‌ ‌

When‌ ‌the‌ ‌sandstorm‌ ‌started,‌ ‌he‌ ‌knew‌ ‌exactly‌ ‌where‌ ‌to‌ ‌bring‌ ‌us‌ ‌to‌ ‌hide,‌ ‌otherwise‌ ‌we‌ ‌

would‌ ‌be‌ ‌buried‌ ‌alive‌ ‌in‌ ‌sand‌ ‌by‌ ‌now!”‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌took‌ ‌a‌ ‌glance;‌ ‌this‌ ‌A-Zhao‌ ‌who‌ ‌guided‌ ‌them‌ ‌looked‌ ‌rather‌ ‌young,‌ ‌seemingly‌ ‌in‌ ‌

his‌ ‌twenties‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌clean,‌ ‌respectable‌ ‌face.‌ ‌When‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌praised‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌two,‌ ‌he‌ ‌

didn’t‌ ‌make‌ ‌a‌ ‌show‌ ‌of‌ ‌it,‌ ‌only‌ ‌turning‌ ‌away‌ ‌glumly,‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌nothing.‌ ‌Just‌ ‌doing‌ ‌my‌ ‌duty.‌ ‌

Hopefully‌ ‌when‌ ‌the‌ ‌wind‌ ‌dies‌ ‌down‌ ‌none‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌camels‌ ‌or‌ ‌shipments‌ ‌would‌ ‌be‌ ‌

damaged.”‌ ‌

 ‌

“They’ll‌ ‌be‌ ‌fine‌ ‌for‌ ‌sure!”‌ ‌

 ‌

The‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌were‌ ‌all‌ ‌very‌ ‌optimistic,‌ ‌but‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌had‌ ‌a‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌things‌ ‌weren’t‌ ‌as‌ ‌

simple‌ ‌as‌ ‌they‌ ‌all‌ ‌thought.‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

If‌ ‌all‌ ‌troubles‌ ‌could‌ ‌be‌ ‌avoided‌ ‌by‌ ‌simply‌ ‌not‌ ‌crossing‌ ‌into‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌territory,‌ ‌then‌ ‌did‌ ‌all‌ ‌

the‌ ‌former‌ ‌travelers‌ ‌who‌ ‌lost‌ ‌their‌ ‌lives‌ ‌die‌ ‌because‌ ‌they‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌believe‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌rumours?‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌gave‌ ‌it‌ ‌some‌ ‌thought‌ ‌and‌ ‌said‌ ‌to‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌quiet‌ ‌voice,‌ ‌“This‌ ‌

is‌ ‌too‌ ‌sudden.‌ ‌Once‌ ‌this‌ ‌storm‌ ‌passes‌ ‌we’ll‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌make‌ ‌sure‌ ‌these‌ ‌people‌ ‌pass‌ ‌

safely‌ ‌before‌ ‌going‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌ruins.”‌ ‌

 ‌

Then,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌looked‌ ‌back‌ ‌down‌ ‌to‌ ‌continue‌ ‌deciphering‌ ‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌writing‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌

stone‌ ‌slate.‌ ‌He‌ ‌recognized‌ ‌the‌ ‌word‌ ‌‘General’‌ ‌earlier,‌ ‌but‌ ‌that‌ ‌was‌ ‌because‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌

word‌ ‌often‌ ‌used.‌ ‌It‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌two‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌since‌ ‌he‌ ‌last‌ ‌visited‌ ‌the‌ ‌Kingdom‌ ‌of‌ ‌

BanYue.‌ ‌Even‌ ‌if‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌fluent‌ ‌then,‌ ‌it‌ ‌had‌ ‌all‌ ‌been‌ ‌forgotten‌ ‌since.‌ ‌To‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌pick‌ ‌up‌ ‌

the‌ ‌burden‌ ‌of‌ ‌translation‌ ‌really‌ ‌required‌ ‌time‌ ‌and‌ ‌patience.‌ ‌Just‌ ‌then,‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌said,‌ ‌

“Tomb‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌General.”‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌remembered‌ ‌now.‌ ‌The‌ ‌last‌ ‌character‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌word‌ ‌for‌ ‌‘Tomb’;‌ ‌‘Grave’,‌ ‌“Burial’,‌ ‌

and‌ ‌other‌ ‌synonyms.‌ ‌He‌ ‌turned‌ ‌to‌ ‌look‌ ‌at‌ ‌him,‌ ‌amazed,‌ ‌“San‌ ‌Lang,‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌know‌ ‌

BanYuenese‌ ‌too?”‌ ‌

 ‌

San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌smiled,‌ ‌“Not‌ ‌much.‌ ‌I‌ ‌only‌ ‌know‌ ‌a‌ ‌few‌ ‌words‌ ‌because‌ ‌they’re‌ ‌interesting.”‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌was‌ ‌already‌ ‌used‌ ‌to‌ ‌him‌ ‌saying‌ ‌that.‌ ‌The‌ ‌word‌ ‌‘tomb’‌ ‌was‌ ‌not‌ ‌one‌ ‌often‌ ‌used;‌ ‌

if‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌really‌ ‌only‌ ‌knew‌ ‌‘not‌ ‌much’,‌ ‌how‌ ‌would‌ ‌he‌ ‌happen‌ ‌to‌ ‌know‌ ‌exactly‌ ‌just‌ ‌what‌ ‌

that‌ ‌one‌ ‌character‌ ‌meant?‌ ‌His‌ ‌‘not‌ ‌much’‌ ‌has‌ ‌come‌ ‌to‌ ‌mean‌ ‌‘ask‌ ‌away’,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌

seized‌ ‌the‌ ‌chance.‌ ‌“Excellent!‌ ‌Maybe‌ ‌the‌ ‌characters‌ ‌you‌ ‌recognize‌ ‌happen‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌the‌ ‌

ones‌ ‌I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌know.‌ ‌Come‌ ‌closer‌ ‌and‌ ‌let’s‌ ‌examine‌ ‌this‌ ‌together.”‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌waved‌ ‌his‌ ‌hand‌ ‌lightly‌ ‌to‌ ‌beckon,‌ ‌so‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌went‌ ‌over.‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌

Yao‌ ‌stood‌ ‌next‌ ‌to‌ ‌them,‌ ‌lighting‌ ‌the‌ ‌tomb‌ ‌for‌ ‌them‌ ‌to‌ ‌read‌ ‌with‌ ‌their‌ ‌palm‌ ‌torches.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌

Lian‌ ‌lightly‌ ‌touched‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌with‌ ‌his‌ ‌fingers,‌ ‌reviewing‌ ‌the‌ ‌writing‌ ‌in‌ ‌low‌ ‌voices‌ ‌with‌ ‌

San‌ ‌Lang,‌ ‌softly‌ ‌reading‌ ‌the‌ ‌words.‌ ‌The‌ ‌more‌ ‌they‌ ‌read,‌ ‌the‌ ‌more‌ ‌amazed‌ ‌they‌ ‌look,‌ ‌

before‌ ‌gradually‌ ‌becoming‌ ‌more‌ ‌glum.‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

The‌ ‌merchant‌ ‌boy‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌was‌ ‌young‌ ‌after‌ ‌all,‌ ‌and‌ ‌youths‌ ‌were‌ ‌prone‌ ‌to‌ ‌curiosity.‌ ‌

After‌ ‌the‌ ‌slight‌ ‌altercation‌ ‌earlier,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌as‌ ‌if‌ ‌they‌ ‌had‌ ‌become‌ ‌familiar,‌ ‌so‌ ‌he‌ ‌called‌ ‌out,‌ ‌

“Gege,‌ ‌what‌ ‌does‌ ‌it‌ ‌say‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌rock?”‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌snapped‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌it‌ ‌and‌ ‌replied,‌ ‌“This‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate‌ ‌is‌ ‌a‌ ‌memorial;‌ ‌it‌ ‌told‌ ‌the‌ ‌story‌ ‌of‌ ‌

the‌ ‌life‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌general.”‌ ‌

 ‌

“A‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌general?”‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌asked.‌ ‌

 ‌

“No,‌ ‌a‌ ‌Midlands‌ ‌general.”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌answered.‌ ‌

 ‌

“A‌ ‌Midlands‌ ‌general?”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌was‌ ‌puzzled,‌ ‌“Why‌ ‌would‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌build‌ ‌

a‌ ‌memorial‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌Midlander?‌ ‌I‌ ‌thought‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌kingdoms‌ ‌were‌ ‌constantly‌ ‌at‌ ‌war‌ ‌with‌ ‌

each‌ ‌other?”‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

“This‌ ‌general‌ ‌is‌ ‌special”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌replied.‌ ‌“Although‌ ‌the‌ ‌memorial‌ ‌called‌ ‌him‌ ‌a‌ ‌general,‌ ‌

he‌ ‌was‌ ‌actually‌ ‌no‌ ‌more‌ ‌than‌ ‌a‌ ‌captain.”‌ ‌

 ‌

“But‌ ‌was‌ ‌he‌ ‌promoted‌ ‌to‌ ‌general‌ ‌later?”‌ ‌

 ‌

“No.‌ ‌And,‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌beginning,‌ ‌he‌ ‌lead‌ ‌troops‌ ‌of‌ ‌hundreds,‌ ‌before‌ ‌dwindling‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌ ‌troop‌ ‌of‌ ‌

seventy,‌ ‌then‌ ‌to‌ ‌fifty.”‌ ‌

 ‌

“…”‌ ‌

 ‌

“In‌ ‌other‌ ‌words,‌ ‌continued‌ ‌demotion.”‌ ‌

 ‌

The‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌of‌ ‌being‌ ‌demoted‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌point‌ ‌of‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌is‌ ‌quite‌ ‌familiar‌ ‌to‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian,‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌

could‌ ‌feel‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌on‌ ‌him.‌ ‌He‌ ‌pretended‌ ‌not‌ ‌to‌ ‌notice‌ ‌and‌ ‌continued‌ ‌to‌ ‌decipher‌ ‌the‌ ‌

BanYue‌ ‌writing.‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌understand‌ ‌and‌ ‌asked,‌ ‌“What‌ ‌kind‌ ‌of‌ ‌official‌ ‌gets‌ ‌

demoted‌ ‌lower‌ ‌and‌ ‌lower‌ ‌in‌ ‌rank?‌ ‌As‌ ‌long‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌make‌ ‌any‌ ‌major‌ ‌mistakes,‌ ‌there‌ ‌

should‌ ‌only‌ ‌be‌ ‌delays‌ ‌in‌ ‌promotion,‌ ‌not‌ ‌demotion?‌ ‌How‌ ‌much‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌failure‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌have‌ ‌

to‌ ‌be?”‌ ‌

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“…”‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌rolled‌ ‌his‌ ‌right‌ ‌hand‌ ‌into‌ ‌a‌ ‌fist‌ ‌and‌ ‌raised‌ ‌it‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌lips.‌ ‌He‌ ‌faintly‌ ‌cleared‌ ‌his‌ ‌

throat‌ ‌and‌ ‌replied‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌sternly,‌ ‌“Little‌ ‌kid,‌ ‌receiving‌ ‌continuous‌ ‌demotion‌ ‌is‌ ‌not‌ ‌as‌ ‌rare‌ ‌as‌ ‌

you‌ ‌think.”‌ ‌

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“Huh?”‌ ‌ ‌

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San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌chuckled,‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌true.‌ ‌It‌ ‌happens‌ ‌a‌ ‌lot.”‌ ‌He‌ ‌paused‌ ‌before‌ ‌continuing,‌ ‌“This‌ ‌

captain‌ ‌got‌ ‌demoted‌ ‌time‌ ‌and‌ ‌time‌ ‌again‌ ‌not‌ ‌because‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌incapable‌ ‌and‌ ‌

incompetent‌ ‌for‌ ‌duty,‌ ‌but‌ ‌because‌ ‌despite‌ ‌poor‌ ‌relations‌ ‌on‌ ‌both‌ ‌sides,‌ ‌instead‌ ‌of‌ ‌

winning‌ ‌battles‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌battlefield,‌ ‌he‌ ‌kept‌ ‌getting‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌way.”‌ ‌

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“What‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌mean,‌ ‌‘getting‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌way’?”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌asked.‌ ‌

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“He‌ ‌prevented‌ ‌his‌ ‌enemies‌ ‌from‌ ‌killing‌ ‌Midland‌ ‌civilians,‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌also‌ ‌blocked‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌ ‌

army‌ ‌from‌ ‌killing‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue.‌ ‌Every‌ ‌time‌ ‌he‌ ‌did‌ ‌this‌ ‌he‌ ‌got‌ ‌demoted‌ ‌a‌ ‌rank.”‌ ‌

 ‌

San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌spoke‌ ‌lightheartedly,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌seven‌ ‌to‌ ‌eight‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌sat‌ ‌closer‌ ‌to‌ ‌him‌ ‌like‌ ‌

it’s‌ ‌story‌ ‌time.‌ ‌Soon‌ ‌they‌ ‌got‌ ‌into‌ ‌it‌ ‌and‌ ‌started‌ ‌commentating.‌ ‌ ‌

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“I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌think‌ ‌the‌ ‌captain‌ ‌did‌ ‌anything‌ ‌wrong!”‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌remarked,‌ ‌“It‌ ‌shouldn’t‌ ‌be‌ ‌a‌ ‌

problem‌ ‌if‌ ‌you‌ ‌let‌ ‌soldiers‌ ‌kill‌ ‌each‌ ‌other‌ ‌but‌ ‌not‌ ‌civilians,‌ ‌right?”‌ ‌

 ‌

“He’s‌ ‌too‌ ‌blindly‌ ‌kind‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌soldier,‌ ‌but‌ ‌overall,‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌commit‌ ‌any‌ ‌crimes?”‌ ‌

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“Yeah,‌ ‌he’s‌ ‌saving‌ ‌lives,‌ ‌not‌ ‌killing‌ ‌people!”‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌smiled‌ ‌at‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌comments.‌ ‌

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The‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌before‌ ‌them‌ ‌never‌ ‌lived‌ ‌a‌ ‌day‌ ‌at‌ ‌a‌ ‌battle-torn‌ ‌border,‌ ‌and‌ ‌were‌ ‌not‌ ‌the‌ ‌

same‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌two‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌ago.‌ ‌The‌ ‌Kingdom‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌had‌ ‌long‌ ‌perished.‌ ‌It‌ ‌

was‌ ‌easy‌ ‌for‌ ‌them‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌this,‌ ‌criticize‌ ‌that,‌ ‌even‌ ‌compliment,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌actions‌ ‌of‌ ‌that‌ ‌

captain‌ ‌weren’t‌ ‌so‌ ‌easily‌ ‌forgiven‌ ‌then,‌ ‌not‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌simple‌ ‌“He’s‌ ‌just‌ ‌blindly‌ ‌kind”.‌ ‌ ‌

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Within‌ ‌the‌ ‌group,‌ ‌only‌ ‌A-Zhao‌ ‌who‌ ‌understood‌ ‌better,‌ ‌probably‌ ‌because‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌local,‌ ‌

“Now‌ ‌is‌ ‌now,‌ ‌two‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌ago‌ ‌is‌ ‌two‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌ago.‌ ‌To‌ ‌only‌ ‌receive‌ ‌

demotion‌ ‌was‌ ‌already‌ ‌a‌ ‌blessing‌ ‌for‌ ‌this‌ ‌captain.”‌ ‌

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Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌however,‌ ‌clicked‌ ‌his‌ ‌tongue.‌ ‌“Laughable.”‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌pretty‌ ‌much‌ ‌guess‌ ‌what‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌say,‌ ‌and‌ ‌rubbed‌ ‌his‌ ‌forehead.‌ ‌ ‌

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As‌ ‌he‌ ‌expected,‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌looked‌ ‌rather‌ ‌troubled‌ ‌under‌ ‌the‌ ‌light‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌flickering‌ ‌flames.‌ ‌

“One‌ ‌must‌ ‌do‌ ‌the‌ ‌duty‌ ‌as‌ ‌demanded‌ ‌by‌ ‌their‌ ‌position.‌ ‌If‌ ‌he‌ ‌became‌ ‌a‌ ‌soldier,‌ ‌then‌ ‌he‌ ‌

must‌ ‌always‌ ‌remember‌ ‌to‌ ‌defend‌ ‌his‌ ‌country,‌ ‌and‌ ‌kill‌ ‌enemies‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌front‌ ‌lines.‌ ‌

Casualties‌ ‌are‌ ‌inevitable‌ ‌in‌ ‌war.‌ ‌Such‌ ‌soft-heartedness‌ ‌has‌ ‌no‌ ‌place‌ ‌in‌ ‌war,‌ ‌and‌ ‌will‌ ‌

only‌ ‌drag‌ ‌down‌ ‌his‌ ‌fellow‌ ‌soldiers.‌ ‌His‌ ‌enemies‌ ‌will‌ ‌also‌ ‌think‌ ‌him‌ ‌foolish.‌ ‌No‌ ‌one‌ ‌will‌ ‌

thank‌ ‌him‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌end.”‌ ‌

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Fu‌ ‌Yao’s‌ ‌words‌ ‌had‌ ‌irrefutable‌ ‌logic,‌ ‌and‌ ‌silence‌ ‌soon‌ ‌filled‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave.‌ ‌He‌ ‌continued‌ ‌

drily,‌ ‌“People‌ ‌like‌ ‌that‌ ‌only‌ ‌have‌ ‌one‌ ‌end‌ ‌–‌ ‌death.‌ ‌They‌ ‌will‌ ‌either‌ ‌die‌ ‌in‌ ‌battle‌ ‌or‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌

hands‌ ‌of‌ ‌their‌ ‌own‌ ‌people.”‌ ‌

 ‌

After‌ ‌becoming‌ ‌speechless‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌moment,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌broke‌ ‌the‌ ‌silence,‌ ‌“Yea.‌ ‌You’re‌ ‌quite‌ ‌

right.‌ ‌He‌ ‌did‌ ‌die.”‌ ‌

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Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌was‌ ‌shocked,‌ ‌“Ah!‌ ‌How‌ ‌did‌ ‌he‌ ‌die?‌ ‌Was‌ ‌he‌ ‌really‌ ‌killed‌ ‌by‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌ ‌

people?”‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌chewed‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌words‌ ‌but‌ ‌still‌ ‌replied‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌end,‌ ‌“Not‌ ‌really…‌ ‌Here‌ ‌it‌ ‌says‌ ‌that‌ ‌

there‌ ‌was‌ ‌once‌ ‌when‌ ‌both‌ ‌sides‌ ‌clashed,‌ ‌as‌ ‌they‌ ‌fought,‌ ‌this‌ ‌man’s‌ ‌boot‌ ‌laces‌ ‌came‌ ‌

loose‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌stepped‌ ‌on‌ ‌it,‌ ‌tripped,‌ ‌then…”‌ ‌

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Everyone‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave‌ ‌had‌ ‌thought‌ ‌the‌ ‌death‌ ‌would‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌tragic‌ ‌but‌ ‌heroic,‌ ‌so‌ ‌they‌ ‌

wre‌ ‌all‌ ‌taken‌ ‌aback‌ ‌at‌ ‌first,‌ ‌thinking‌ ‌what‌ ‌kind‌ ‌of‌ ‌death‌ ‌was‌ ‌that?‌ ‌And‌ ‌laughter‌ ‌

exploded,‌ ‌“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”‌ ‌

 ‌

“Is‌ ‌that‌ ‌so‌ ‌funny?”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌arched‌ ‌his‌ ‌brows.‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌also‌ ‌piped‌ ‌up,‌ ‌“Ahem.Yea,‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌rather‌ ‌tragic.‌ ‌Let’s‌ ‌be‌ ‌more‌ ‌sympathetic‌ ‌and‌ ‌not‌ ‌

laugh,‌ ‌yea?‌ ‌We’re‌ ‌in‌ ‌his‌ ‌tomb‌ ‌after‌ ‌all,‌ ‌let’s‌ ‌give‌ ‌him‌ ‌some‌ ‌face.”‌ ‌

 ‌

“I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌mean‌ ‌anything‌ ‌malicious‌ ‌by‌ ‌laughing!”‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌immediately‌ ‌claimed,‌ ‌“But‌ ‌his‌ ‌

death‌ ‌is‌ ‌just…‌ ‌so…‌ ‌hahah…”‌ ‌

 ‌

There‌ ‌was‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌do.‌ ‌Reading‌ ‌the‌ ‌epitaph‌ ‌to‌ ‌this‌ ‌point,‌ ‌even‌ ‌he‌ ‌wanted‌ ‌

to‌ ‌laugh,‌ ‌so‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌comment‌ ‌and‌ ‌continued‌ ‌to‌ ‌translate.‌ ‌“In‌ ‌any‌ ‌case,‌ ‌even‌ ‌though‌ ‌

this‌ ‌captain‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌a‌ ‌good‌ ‌reputation‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌army,‌ ‌the‌ ‌border‌ ‌citizens‌ ‌were‌ ‌all‌ ‌very‌ ‌

grateful‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌efforts‌ ‌and‌ ‌called‌ ‌him‌ ‌‘General’.‌ ‌They‌ ‌built‌ ‌this‌ ‌simple‌ ‌stone‌ ‌tomb‌ ‌for‌ ‌him,‌ ‌

and‌ ‌erected‌ ‌a‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate‌ ‌to‌ ‌remember‌ ‌him‌ ‌by.”‌ ‌

 ‌

“Later,‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌discovered‌ ‌another‌ ‌miraculous‌ ‌thing‌ ‌about‌ ‌this‌ ‌memorial:‌ ‌

as‌ ‌long‌ ‌as‌ ‌one‌ ‌kowtows‌ ‌before‌ ‌this‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate‌ ‌three‌ ‌times,‌ ‌one‌ ‌can‌ ‌transform‌ ‌all‌ ‌

disasters‌ ‌met‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Gobi‌ ‌to‌ ‌good‌ ‌fortune.”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌completed‌ ‌the‌ ‌translation.‌ ‌

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His‌ ‌tone‌ ‌of‌ ‌voice‌ ‌was‌ ‌mysterious‌ ‌and‌ ‌meaningful,‌ ‌very‌ ‌convincing.‌ ‌His‌ ‌expression‌ ‌was‌ ‌

also‌ ‌serious,‌ ‌so‌ ‌when‌ ‌the‌ ‌group‌ ‌heard,‌ ‌several‌ ‌of‌ ‌them‌ ‌immediately‌ ‌started‌ ‌prostrating,‌ ‌

muttering‌ ‌that‌ ‌they’d‌ ‌rather‌ ‌believe‌ ‌it‌ ‌true‌ ‌than‌ ‌not.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌however,‌ ‌was‌ ‌confused,‌ ‌

“Wha-?‌ ‌Is‌ ‌that‌ ‌written‌ ‌here?‌ ‌Is‌ ‌it‌ ‌really‌ ‌that‌ ‌magical?”‌ ‌

 ‌

San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌smiled‌ ‌softly‌ ‌and‌ ‌said‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌lowered‌ ‌voice,‌ ‌“No.‌ ‌I‌ ‌made‌ ‌that‌ ‌up.‌ ‌But‌ ‌since‌ ‌they‌ ‌

laughed‌ ‌earlier,‌ ‌their‌ ‌prostrating‌ ‌now‌ ‌should‌ ‌make‌ ‌up‌ ‌for‌ ‌it.”‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌looked‌ ‌back‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate‌ ‌and‌ ‌saw‌ ‌that‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌indeed‌ ‌the‌ ‌end‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌

epitaph‌ ‌and‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌no‌ ‌more‌ ‌words.‌ ‌At‌ ‌first‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌woeful,‌ ‌but‌ ‌now‌ ‌he‌ ‌

thought‌ ‌it‌ ‌funny,‌ ‌and‌ ‌whispered‌ ‌back,‌ ‌“Why‌ ‌are‌ ‌you‌ ‌so‌ ‌mischievous?”‌ ‌ ‌

 ‌

San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌stuck‌ ‌out‌ ‌his‌ ‌tongue,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌chuckled.‌ ‌ ‌

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Just‌ ‌then,‌ ‌someone‌ ‌shrieked,‌ ‌“WHAT’S‌ ‌THIS???”‌ ‌

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The‌ ‌shriek‌ ‌echoed‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave,‌ ‌sharply‌ ‌reverberating‌ ‌against‌ ‌the‌ ‌walls,‌ ‌causing‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌

hairs‌ ‌to‌ ‌stand.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌instantly‌ ‌turned‌ ‌toward‌ ‌where‌ ‌the‌ ‌shriek‌ ‌came‌ ‌from‌ ‌and‌ ‌

demanded,‌ ‌“What‌ ‌happened?”‌ ‌

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Where‌ ‌the‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌were‌ ‌once‌ ‌sitting,‌ ‌everyone‌ ‌had‌ ‌scrambled‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌flash,‌ ‌scurrying‌ ‌

away‌ ‌in‌ ‌fear‌ ‌and‌ ‌alarm.‌ ‌

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“SNAKE!”‌ ‌

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Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌moved‌ ‌their‌ ‌palms‌ ‌toward‌ ‌the‌ ‌commotion‌ ‌and‌ ‌lit‌ ‌up‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌in‌ ‌

that‌ ‌direction.‌ ‌Curled‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌sandy‌ ‌floor‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌slender,‌ ‌brilliantly‌ ‌coloured‌ ‌snake!‌ ‌

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“Why‌ ‌is‌ ‌there‌ ‌a‌ ‌snake?!”‌ ‌The‌ ‌crowd‌ ‌was‌ ‌growing‌ ‌increasingly‌ ‌anxious.‌ ‌

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“Why…‌ ‌why‌ ‌did‌ ‌this‌ ‌snake‌ ‌not‌ ‌make‌ ‌any‌ ‌noise‌ ‌when‌ ‌it‌ ‌slithered‌ ‌out?”‌ ‌

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When‌ ‌the‌ ‌flames‌ ‌lit‌ ‌up‌ ‌over‌ ‌the‌ ‌snake‌ ‌it‌ ‌instantly‌ ‌became‌ ‌alert‌ ‌and‌ ‌raised‌ ‌itself‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌ ‌

position‌ ‌of‌ ‌attack.‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌was‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌torch‌ ‌it‌ ‌when‌ ‌someone‌ ‌leisurely‌ ‌strolled‌ ‌over,‌ ‌

and‌ ‌easily‌ ‌snatched‌ ‌the‌ ‌snake‌ ‌with‌ ‌his‌ ‌left‌ ‌hand,‌ ‌clutching‌ ‌it‌ ‌at‌ ‌its‌ ‌heart.‌ ‌He‌ ‌brought‌ ‌it‌ ‌

closer‌ ‌to‌ ‌observe‌ ‌it‌ ‌and‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“Isn’t‌ ‌it‌ ‌normal‌ ‌to‌ ‌have‌ ‌snakes‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌desert?”‌ ‌

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Someone‌ ‌this‌ ‌unscrupulous‌ ‌and‌ ‌gutsy‌ ‌was‌ ‌of‌ ‌course‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang.‌ ‌They‌ ‌say‌ ‌to‌ ‌fight‌ ‌a‌ ‌

snake,‌ ‌seize‌ ‌where‌ ‌the‌ ‌heart‌ ‌is,‌ ‌and‌ ‌if‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌down‌ ‌hard‌ ‌enough,‌ ‌no‌ ‌matter‌ ‌how‌ ‌

venomous‌ ‌its‌ ‌fangs‌ ‌it’d‌ ‌be‌ ‌helpless.‌ ‌The‌ ‌snake‌ ‌wrapped‌ ‌its‌ ‌long‌ ‌tail‌ ‌around‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang’s‌ ‌

left‌ ‌arm‌ ‌meekly,‌ ‌and‌ ‌in‌ ‌closer‌ ‌range‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌see‌ ‌clearly‌ ‌the‌ ‌snake‌ ‌had‌ ‌

translucent‌ ‌skin,‌ ‌its‌ ‌vivid‌ ‌red‌ ‌insides‌ ‌mixed‌ ‌with‌ ‌threads‌ ‌of‌ ‌black‌ ‌visible,‌ ‌resembling‌ ‌

inner‌ ‌organs‌ ‌and‌ ‌rather‌ ‌disgusting.‌ ‌The‌ ‌tail‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌colour‌ ‌of‌ ‌flesh,‌ ‌segmented‌ ‌like‌ ‌

layers‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌hard‌ ‌shell,‌ ‌unlike‌ ‌that‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌snake‌ ‌but‌ ‌a‌ ‌scorpion.‌ ‌

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Seeing‌ ‌this,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian’s‌ ‌face‌ ‌changed,‌ ‌and‌ ‌called‌ ‌out,‌ ‌“Watch‌ ‌out‌ ‌for‌ ‌its‌ ‌tail!”‌ ‌

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Before‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌finished‌ ‌his‌ ‌sentence‌ ‌the‌ ‌long‌ ‌snake‌ ‌body‌ ‌that‌ ‌was‌ ‌wrapped‌ ‌around‌ ‌

San‌ ‌Lang’s‌ ‌left‌ ‌arm‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌let‌ ‌go,‌ ‌the‌ ‌tail‌ ‌end‌ ‌paralleling‌ ‌the‌ ‌head‌ ‌snapped‌ ‌

backwards,‌ ‌and‌ ‌tried‌ ‌to‌ ‌stab‌ ‌viciously‌ ‌towards‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang.‌ ‌

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Venomous‌ ‌as‌ ‌the‌ ‌tail‌ ‌was,‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang’s‌ ‌right‌ ‌hand‌ ‌was‌ ‌faster,‌ ‌and‌ ‌easily‌ ‌caught‌ ‌the‌ ‌tail.‌ ‌

Now‌ ‌holding‌ ‌both‌ ‌head‌ ‌and‌ ‌tail,‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌showed‌ ‌off‌ ‌the‌ ‌snake‌ ‌to‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌like‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌

an‌ ‌interesting‌ ‌toy,‌ ‌laughing,‌ ‌“This‌ ‌tail‌ ‌is‌ ‌pretty‌ ‌cool.”‌ ‌ ‌

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On‌ ‌the‌ ‌end‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌tail‌ ‌grew‌ ‌a‌ ‌long‌ ‌flesh‌ ‌red‌ ‌needle,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌sighed‌ ‌in‌ ‌relief.‌ ‌“I’m‌ ‌

glad‌ ‌you‌ ‌weren’t‌ ‌pricked.‌ ‌Looks‌ ‌like‌ ‌this‌ ‌is‌ ‌a‌ ‌Scorpion‌ ‌Snake.”‌ ‌

 ‌

Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌came‌ ‌around‌ ‌to‌ ‌observe‌ ‌the‌ ‌snake‌ ‌too,‌ ‌“Scorpion‌ ‌Snake?”‌ ‌

 ‌

“That’s‌ ‌right.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌said.‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌a‌ ‌rare‌ ‌poisonous‌ ‌vermin‌ ‌found‌ ‌only‌ ‌in‌ ‌BanYue,‌ ‌scarce‌ ‌

in‌ ‌numbers.‌ ‌I’ve‌ ‌never‌ ‌seen‌ ‌them‌ ‌before‌ ‌but‌ ‌I’ve‌ ‌heard‌ ‌of‌ ‌them.‌ ‌Body‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌snake,‌ ‌tail‌ ‌of‌ ‌

a‌ ‌scorpion,‌ ‌its‌ ‌venom‌ ‌is‌ ‌the‌ ‌strength‌ ‌of‌ ‌both‌ ‌combined,‌ ‌and‌ ‌if‌ ‌bitten‌ ‌or‌ ‌pricked…”‌ ‌

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Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌trailed‌ ‌off‌ ‌watching‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌twisting‌ ‌the‌ ‌snake,‌ ‌pulling‌ ‌and‌ ‌squeezing‌ ‌it‌ ‌like‌ ‌

it’s‌ ‌a‌ ‌towel,‌ ‌stopping‌ ‌short‌ ‌of‌ ‌tying‌ ‌it‌ ‌into‌ ‌a‌ ‌bow.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌was‌ ‌speechless‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌moment.‌ ‌

“San‌ ‌Lang,‌ ‌stop‌ ‌playing‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌poor‌ ‌thing,‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌dangerous.”‌ ‌

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San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌laughed,‌ ‌“Don’t‌ ‌worry,‌ ‌gege,‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌nothing.‌ ‌The‌ ‌Scorpion‌ ‌Snake‌ ‌is‌ ‌the‌ ‌symbol‌ ‌of‌ ‌

the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌Guoshi,‌ ‌gotta‌ ‌take‌ ‌this‌ ‌rare‌ ‌chance‌ ‌to‌ ‌examine‌ ‌it!”‌ ‌

 ‌

“The‌ ‌symbol‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌Guoshi?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌asked‌ ‌in‌ ‌awe.‌ ‌

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“That’s‌ ‌right.”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌said.‌ ‌“Apparently‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌because‌ ‌the‌ ‌Guoshi‌ ‌could‌ ‌control‌ ‌these‌ ‌

scorpion‌ ‌snakes‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌believed‌ ‌in‌ ‌her‌ ‌powers‌ ‌and‌ ‌worshipped‌ ‌her.”‌ ‌

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Hearing‌ ‌the‌ ‌word‌ ‌‘control’‌ ‌brought‌ ‌alarm‌ ‌to‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian.‌ ‌When‌ ‌it‌ ‌comes‌ ‌to‌ ‌controlling‌

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