Ch.21:‌ ‌Shortened‌ ‌Distance;‌ ‌Adrift‌ ‌in‌ ‌Sandstorms‌ ‌2‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌know‌ ‌whether‌ ‌to‌ ‌laugh‌ ‌or‌ ‌cry,‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌command‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌to‌ ‌grab‌‌onto‌ ‌something‌ ‌else‌ ‌when‌ ‌the‌ ‌weight‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌arm‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌became‌ ‌lighter.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian’s‌‌heart‌ ‌sank.‌ ‌This‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌the‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌of‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌being‌ ‌released,‌ ‌but‌ ‌something‌ ‌much‌‌worse.‌‌‌Sure‌ ‌enough,‌ ‌the‌ ‌red‌ ‌silhouette‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌grew‌ ‌closer‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌soon‌ ‌within‌ ‌reach.‌‌‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌got‌ ‌dragged‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌windstorm‌ ‌too!‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌shouted‌ ‌“Don’t‌ ‌panic!”‌ ‌towards‌ ‌him,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌moment‌ ‌he‌ ‌opened‌ ‌his‌ ‌mouth‌ ‌he‌‌got‌ ‌another‌ ‌mouthful‌ ‌of‌ ‌sand.‌ ‌At‌ ‌this‌ ‌point‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌had‌ ‌gotten‌ ‌used‌ ‌to‌ ‌eating‌ ‌sand.‌ ‌He‌‌was‌ ‌trying‌ ‌to‌ ‌tell‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌not‌ ‌to‌ ‌panic,‌ ‌but‌ ‌in‌ ‌all‌ ‌honesty,‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌think‌ ‌the‌ ‌boy‌ ‌would‌‌panic‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌slightest.‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌continued‌ ‌to‌ ‌withdraw‌ ‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian,‌ ‌closing‌ ‌the‌‌distance‌ ‌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 ‌a‌‌book‌ ‌and‌ ‌read‌ ‌right‌ ‌then‌ ‌and‌ ‌there.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌wondered‌ ‌if‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌had‌ ‌gotten‌ ‌dragged‌‌in‌ ‌on‌ ‌purpose.‌‌‌‌Ruoye‌ ‌wrapped‌ ‌itself‌ ‌around‌ ‌the‌ ‌waists‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌to‌ ‌rope‌ ‌them‌ ‌together,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌‌then‌ ‌commanded,‌ ‌“Go‌ ‌try‌ ‌again,‌ ‌but‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌bring‌ ‌up‌ ‌any‌ ‌more‌ ‌people!”‌‌‌The‌ ‌silk‌ ‌band‌ ‌shot‌ ‌out‌ ‌once‌ ‌again‌ ‌but‌ ‌this‌ ‌time‌ ‌it‌ ‌grabbed‌ ‌onto...‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao!‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌felt‌ ‌drained.‌ ‌“Ruoye,”‌ ‌he‌ ‌said‌ ‌tiredly,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌said‌ ‌no‌ ‌people,‌ ‌but‌ ‌I‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌mean‌ ‌it‌ ‌so‌‌literally...‌ ‌alright.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌then‌ ‌turned‌ ‌towards‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌and‌ ‌shouted,‌ ‌“NAN‌ ‌FENG‌‌FU‌ ‌YAO!‌ ‌HANG‌ ‌ON!‌ ‌HANG‌ ‌ON‌ ‌TIGHT!”‌‌‌Down‌ ‌below,‌ ‌of‌ ‌course‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌did‌ ‌their‌ ‌utmost‌ ‌to‌ ‌try‌ ‌and‌ ‌anchor‌‌themselves,‌ ‌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 ‌by‌‌Ruoye,‌ ‌were‌ ‌swirling‌ ‌about‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌twister,‌ ‌getting‌ ‌pulled‌ ‌higher‌ ‌and‌ ‌higher‌ ‌off‌ ‌the‌‌ground,‌ ‌winds‌ ‌and‌ ‌sand‌ ‌meshing‌ ‌and‌ ‌blowing‌ ‌about.‌‌‌‌“How‌ ‌did‌ ‌you‌ ‌both‌ ‌get‌ ‌blown‌ ‌up‌ ‌here‌ ‌too?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌shouted‌ ‌while‌ ‌enduring‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌sand‌‌going‌ ‌into‌ ‌his‌ ‌mouth.‌‌‌“Ask‌ ‌your‌ ‌dumb‌ ‌Ruoye!”‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌yelled‌ ‌back,‌ ‌also‌ ‌getting‌ ‌mouthfuls‌ ‌of‌ ‌sand‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌spat.‌‌‌‌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.‌ ‌Now‌‌go!”‌‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌miserably‌ ‌released‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌once‌ ‌again.‌‌‌‌“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!”‌‌‌“IT‌ ‌BETTER‌ ‌NOT‌ ‌BE‌ ‌A‌ ‌RANDOM‌ ‌PASSERBY!‌ ‌LET‌ ‌THE‌ ‌POOR‌ ‌PERSON‌ ‌GO!”‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌‌roared‌ ‌too.‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌was‌ ‌also‌ ‌afraid‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌thing.‌ ‌He‌ ‌tugged‌ ‌back‌ ‌at‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌but‌ ‌it‌ ‌remained‌‌taut‌ ‌and‌ ‌firm,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌let‌ ‌out‌ ‌a‌ ‌breath‌ ‌of‌ ‌relief.‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌not!‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌something‌ ‌solid,‌ ‌quite‌‌stable!”‌ ‌Then‌ ‌he‌ ‌commanded‌ ‌Ruoye,‌ ‌“Pull!”‌‌‌Against‌ ‌the‌ ‌crazed‌ ‌twister,‌ ‌Ruoye‌ ‌rapidly‌ ‌shortened,‌ ‌and‌ ‌lugged‌ ‌the‌ ‌four‌ ‌out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌‌windstorm,‌ ‌away‌ ‌from‌ ‌it.‌ ‌Gradually,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌make‌ ‌out‌ ‌the‌ ‌contours‌ ‌of‌ ‌something‌‌large,‌ ‌black,‌ ‌and‌ ‌half‌ ‌round‌ ‌down‌ ‌below‌ ‌the‌ ‌size‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌small‌ ‌temple.‌ ‌When‌ ‌they‌ ‌finally‌‌touched‌ ‌ground,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌saw‌ ‌that‌ ‌this‌ ‌round‌ ‌structure‌ ‌was‌ ‌actually‌ ‌a‌ ‌giant‌ ‌boulder.‌‌‌In‌ ‌the‌ ‌midst‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌windstorm,‌ ‌this‌ ‌boulder‌ ‌was‌ ‌like‌ ‌a‌ ‌fortress,‌ ‌the‌ ‌perfect‌ ‌shelter.‌ ‌While‌ ‌on‌‌the‌ ‌road‌ ‌earlier‌ ‌however,‌ ‌none‌ ‌of‌ ‌them‌ ‌had‌ ‌seen‌ ‌a‌ ‌rock‌ ‌like‌ ‌this.‌ ‌Who‌ ‌knows‌ ‌how‌ ‌far‌‌the‌ ‌twister‌ ‌had‌ ‌taken‌ ‌them.‌ ‌When‌ ‌they‌ ‌landed‌ ‌they‌ ‌immediately‌ ‌circled‌ ‌around‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌‌back‌ ‌to‌ ‌hide‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌wind.‌ ‌The‌ ‌moment‌ ‌they‌ ‌went‌ ‌around,‌ ‌understanding‌ ‌dawned‌ ‌on‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌cheered,‌ ‌“Thank‌ ‌the‌ ‌heaven‌ ‌official’s‌ ‌blessings!”‌‌‌‌Turns‌ ‌out,‌ ‌behind‌ ‌the‌ ‌back‌ ‌of‌ ‌this‌ ‌boulder,‌ ‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌hole.‌ ‌The‌ ‌hole‌ ‌was‌ ‌as‌ ‌wide‌ ‌as‌‌two‌ ‌doors‌ ‌combined,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌length‌ ‌of‌ ‌half‌ ‌a‌ ‌person.‌ ‌Although‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌short,‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌still‌‌possible‌ ‌to‌ ‌enter‌ ‌if‌ ‌one‌ ‌bends‌ ‌down.‌ ‌The‌ ‌hole‌ ‌opening‌ ‌was‌ ‌jagged‌ ‌and‌ ‌slant,‌ ‌but‌‌appeared‌ ‌more‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌haphazardly‌ ‌man‌ ‌made‌ ‌rather‌ ‌than‌ ‌naturally‌ ‌formed.‌ ‌When‌ ‌Xie‌‌Lian‌ ‌entered,‌ ‌he‌ ‌discovered‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌insides‌ ‌were‌ ‌actually‌ ‌hollowed,‌ ‌and‌ ‌quite‌ ‌deep.‌ ‌It‌‌was‌ ‌dark‌ ‌further‌ ‌inside,‌ ‌so‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌bother‌ ‌looking‌ ‌around‌ ‌before‌ ‌settling‌ ‌down‌ ‌where‌‌there’s‌ ‌light,‌ ‌pat‌ ‌the‌ ‌sand‌ ‌off‌ ‌of‌ ‌Ruoye,‌ ‌and‌ ‌wrapped‌ ‌it‌ ‌back‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌arm.‌‌‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌were‌ ‌both‌ ‌spitting‌ ‌out‌ ‌sand;‌ ‌they’re‌ ‌covered‌ ‌from‌ ‌head‌ ‌to‌ ‌toe,‌ ‌in‌‌their‌ ‌orifices‌ ‌and‌ ‌all‌ ‌over‌ ‌their‌ ‌clothes.‌ ‌They‌ ‌peeled‌ ‌off‌ ‌their‌ ‌outer‌ ‌robes‌ ‌and‌ ‌shook‌‌them,‌ ‌dumping‌ ‌small‌ ‌mounds‌ ‌of‌ ‌sand‌ ‌onto‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground.‌ ‌Out‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌four,‌ ‌only‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌‌looked‌ ‌unruffled;‌ ‌he‌ ‌lazily‌ ‌dusted‌ ‌himself‌ ‌off‌ ‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌proper‌ ‌again.‌ ‌Other‌ ‌than‌ ‌his‌‌lopsided‌ ‌ponytail,‌ ‌his‌ ‌carefree‌ ‌form‌ ‌remain‌ ‌unaffected.‌ ‌That‌ ‌hair‌ ‌was‌ ‌tied‌ ‌by‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌‌and‌ ‌was‌ ‌already‌ ‌askew,‌ ‌so‌ ‌a‌ ‌little‌ ‌wind‌ ‌made‌ ‌no‌ ‌noticeable‌ ‌difference‌ ‌anyway.‌‌‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌wiped‌ ‌his‌ ‌face‌ ‌and‌ ‌started‌ ‌cursing‌ ‌while‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌dumped‌ ‌sand‌ ‌from‌ ‌his‌‌bamboo‌ ‌hat.‌ ‌“Sigh,‌ ‌I‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌think‌ ‌you‌ ‌two‌ ‌would‌ ‌get‌ ‌pulled‌ ‌in‌ ‌too.‌ ‌Why‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌you‌ ‌use‌ ‌the‌‌Thousand‌ ‌Pound‌ ‌Weight‌ ‌spell?”‌‌‌“We‌ ‌did!‌ ‌It‌ ‌was‌ ‌useless!”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌said‌ ‌spat‌ ‌angrily.‌‌‌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 ‌of‌‌my‌ ‌general.”‌‌‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌continued,‌ ‌“The‌ ‌North‌ ‌is‌ ‌the‌ ‌territory‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌General‌ ‌Pei’s,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌West‌‌belongs‌ ‌to‌ ‌Quan‌ ‌YiZhen.‌ ‌You‌ ‌won’t‌ ‌find‌ ‌a‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Yang‌ ‌temple‌ ‌within‌ ‌a‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌mile‌ ‌radius‌‌here.”‌‌‌There’s‌ ‌a‌ ‌saying‌ ‌that‌ ‌a‌ ‌powerful‌ ‌dragon‌ ‌can’t‌ ‌win‌ ‌against‌ ‌local‌ ‌overlord‌ ‌snakes;‌ ‌Nan‌‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌represent‌ ‌generals‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌Southeast‌ ‌and‌ ‌Southwest,‌ ‌so‌ ‌their‌ ‌powers‌‌were‌ ‌restricted‌ ‌outside‌ ‌their‌ ‌own‌ ‌territories.‌‌‌‌“That’s‌ ‌really‌ ‌quite‌ ‌hard‌ ‌on‌ ‌you‌ ‌guys.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌watched‌ ‌their‌ ‌annoyed‌ ‌faces‌ ‌and‌‌sympathized‌ ‌thinking‌ ‌this‌ ‌might‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌their‌ ‌first‌ ‌time‌ ‌getting‌ ‌pulled‌ ‌into‌ ‌a‌ ‌twister‌‌and‌ ‌tumble‌ ‌about.‌‌‌‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌sat‌ ‌down‌ ‌next‌ ‌to‌ ‌him,‌ ‌and‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌hand‌ ‌propping‌ ‌up‌ ‌his‌ ‌cheek,‌ ‌he‌ ‌asked,‌ ‌“So‌‌are‌ ‌we‌ ‌just‌ ‌gonna‌ ‌sit‌ ‌here‌ ‌until‌ ‌the‌ ‌storm‌ ‌blows‌ ‌over?”‌‌‌“Looks‌ ‌like‌ ‌that’ll‌ ‌have‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌the‌ ‌case,”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌turned‌ ‌to‌ ‌him‌ ‌and‌ ‌replied.‌ ‌“As‌ ‌strong‌ ‌as‌‌that‌ ‌twister‌ ‌is,‌ ‌it‌ ‌can’t‌ ‌possibly‌ ‌blow‌ ‌a‌ ‌giant‌ ‌rock‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌ ‌sky.”‌‌‌“You‌ ‌never‌ ‌know.‌ ‌Like‌ ‌you‌ ‌said,‌ ‌there’s‌ ‌something‌ ‌off‌ ‌about‌ ‌that‌ ‌wind.”‌‌‌A‌ ‌thought‌ ‌came‌ ‌to‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌suddenly,‌ ‌“San‌ ‌Lang,‌ ‌may‌ ‌I‌ ‌ask‌ ‌a‌ ‌question?”‌‌‌“Go‌ ‌ahead,”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌replied.‌‌‌“That‌ ‌Guoshi‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue,‌ ‌is‌ ‌it‌ ‌a‌ ‌man‌ ‌or‌ ‌a‌ ‌woman?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌asked.‌‌‌“Have‌ ‌I‌ ‌not‌ ‌said‌ ‌so‌ ‌earlier?‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌a‌ ‌woman.”‌‌‌Just‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌suspected,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌thought,‌ ‌and‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“Earlier‌ ‌when‌ ‌we‌ ‌were‌ ‌resting‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌‌abandoned‌ ‌inn,‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌we‌ ‌see‌ ‌two‌ ‌figures‌ ‌pass‌ ‌by?‌ ‌The‌ ‌one‌ ‌in‌ ‌white‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌woman‌‌cultivator.”‌‌‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌looked‌ ‌doubtful,‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌easy‌ ‌to‌ ‌identify‌ ‌whether‌ ‌if‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌man‌ ‌or‌ ‌woman‌ ‌by‌‌those‌ ‌robes,‌ ‌and‌ ‌that‌ ‌individual‌ ‌looked‌ ‌taller‌ ‌than‌ ‌your‌ ‌average‌ ‌woman.‌ ‌Are‌ ‌you‌ ‌sure‌‌you‌ ‌saw‌ ‌right?”‌‌‌“I’m‌ ‌absolutely‌ ‌sure,”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌said.‌ ‌“So‌ ‌I‌ ‌thought‌ ‌she‌ ‌might‌ ‌be‌ ‌the‌ ‌Guoshi‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue.”‌‌‌“It’s‌ ‌possible.”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“But‌ ‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌another‌ ‌black‌ ‌clad‌ ‌figure‌ ‌traveling‌ ‌next‌ ‌to‌‌her,‌ ‌who‌ ‌could‌ ‌that‌ ‌be?”‌‌‌‌“Hard‌ ‌to‌ ‌say,‌ ‌but,‌ ‌that‌ ‌person‌ ‌was‌ ‌walking‌ ‌even‌ ‌faster‌ ‌than‌ ‌she‌ ‌was,‌ ‌their‌ ‌strength‌ ‌is‌‌definitely‌ ‌not‌ ‌below‌ ‌hers.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌said.‌‌‌“Could‌ ‌it‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌evil‌ ‌guoshi,‌ ‌Fang‌ ‌Xin?”‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌wondered.‌‌‌“I‌ ‌think‌ ‌in‌ ‌regards‌ ‌to‌ ‌that,‌ ‌the‌ ‌whole‌ ‌‘Dual‌ ‌Wicked‌ ‌Masters’‌ ‌title‌ ‌is‌ ‌given‌ ‌only‌ ‌because‌‌historically‌ ‌what‌ ‌they’ve‌ ‌done‌ ‌is‌ ‌similar,‌ ‌both‌ ‌equally‌ ‌evil,‌ ‌so‌ ‌people‌ ‌connected‌ ‌them‌‌together‌ ‌as‌ ‌a‌ ‌double‌ ‌to‌ ‌help‌ ‌remember‌ ‌them‌ ‌easier.‌ ‌Like‌ ‌the‌ ‌whole‌ ‌‘Four‌ ‌Infamous‌‌Sights’‌ ‌or‌ ‌‘Four‌ ‌Great‌ ‌Calamities’,‌ ‌even‌ ‌if‌ ‌there‌ ‌aren’t‌ ‌four,‌ ‌there‌ ‌are‌ ‌four‌ ‌because‌ ‌it’s‌‌simpler.”‌ ‌Hearing‌ ‌this,‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌burst‌ ‌out‌ ‌laughing‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌stared‌ ‌at‌ ‌him.‌‌‌“It’s‌ ‌nothing,”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌just‌ ‌thought‌ ‌what‌ ‌you‌ ‌said‌ ‌made‌ ‌sense.‌ ‌One‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌four‌‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Four‌ ‌Great‌ ‌Calamities‌ ‌certainly‌ ‌is‌ ‌only‌ ‌there‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌count.‌ ‌Please‌ ‌continue.”‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌continued,‌ ‌“In‌ ‌reality‌ ‌the‌ ‌Dual‌ ‌Wicked‌ ‌Masters‌ ‌shouldn’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌any‌ ‌relations‌ ‌to‌‌each‌ ‌other.‌ ‌I’ve‌ ‌heard‌ ‌of‌ ‌Master‌ ‌Fang‌ ‌Xin;‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌Guoshi‌ ‌of‌ ‌YongAn,‌ ‌born‌ ‌at‌ ‌least‌ ‌a‌‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌earlier‌ ‌than‌ ‌Master‌ ‌BanYue.”‌‌‌“You‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌know‌ ‌the‌ ‌Four‌ ‌Great‌ ‌Calamities‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌ghost‌ ‌realm,‌ ‌but‌ ‌you‌ ‌know‌ ‌about‌‌Master‌ ‌Fang‌ ‌Xin‌ ‌of‌ ‌YongAn‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌mortal‌ ‌realm?”‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌asked‌ ‌in‌ ‌disbelief.‌‌‌“There‌ ‌are‌ ‌some‌ ‌things‌ ‌I’d‌ ‌learn‌ ‌while‌ ‌collecting‌ ‌junk‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌mortal‌ ‌realm.‌ ‌It’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌like‌ ‌I‌‌collect‌ ‌junk‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌ghost‌ ‌realm,‌ ‌so‌ ‌of‌ ‌course‌ ‌I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌learn‌ ‌things‌ ‌about‌ ‌them.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌‌explained.‌‌‌The‌ ‌wind‌ ‌outside‌ ‌the‌ ‌hole‌ ‌seemed‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌blowing‌ ‌softer,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌walked‌ ‌closer‌ ‌to‌‌the‌ ‌opening,‌ ‌patting‌ ‌the‌ ‌rocky‌ ‌surface‌ ‌here‌ ‌and‌ ‌there,‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌its‌ ‌make.‌ ‌“Why‌ ‌would‌‌there‌ ‌be‌ ‌a‌ ‌hollow‌ ‌rock‌ ‌like‌ ‌this‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌middle‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌desert?”‌ ‌He‌ ‌thought‌ ‌the‌ ‌boulder‌ ‌was‌‌rather‌ ‌suspicious,‌ ‌but‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌think‌ ‌so.‌‌‌“They’re‌ ‌not‌ ‌rare.‌ ‌Back‌ ‌then‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌would‌ ‌build‌ ‌shelters‌ ‌like‌ ‌this‌ ‌to‌ ‌hide‌‌from‌ ‌sandstorms‌ ‌or‌ ‌even‌ ‌for‌ ‌passing‌ ‌nights‌ ‌while‌ ‌out‌ ‌grazing‌ ‌livestock.‌ ‌Some‌ ‌holes‌‌weren’t‌ ‌dug‌ ‌but‌ ‌blown‌ ‌out.”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌said.‌‌‌“How‌ ‌can‌ ‌there‌ ‌be‌ ‌grazing‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌desert?”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌asked,‌ ‌confused.‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌smiled,‌ ‌“It‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌all‌ ‌desert‌ ‌here‌ ‌two‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌ago.‌ ‌There‌ ‌used‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌an‌‌oasis.”‌‌‌“Gege,”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌called.‌‌‌“What‌ ‌is‌ ‌it?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌turned‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌and‌ ‌responded.‌‌‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌raised‌ ‌his‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌pointed,‌ ‌“The‌ ‌rock‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌sitting‌ ‌on‌ ‌seems‌ ‌to‌ ‌have‌ ‌writing‌‌on‌ ‌it.”‌‌‌“What?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌looked‌ ‌down,‌ ‌then‌ ‌stood‌ ‌up‌ ‌and‌ ‌found‌ ‌that‌ ‌where‌ ‌he‌ ‌sat‌ ‌was‌ ‌actually‌‌a‌ ‌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 ‌in‌‌the‌ ‌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.‌ ‌Can‌‌anyone‌ ‌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 ‌Lian‌‌stole‌ ‌a‌ ‌glance‌ ‌at‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌but‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌appear‌ ‌surprised.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌supposed‌ ‌that‌ ‌after‌‌seeing‌ ‌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 ‌writings‌‌on‌ ‌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 ‌first‌‌column‌ ‌of‌ ‌writing‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌largest‌ ‌characters.‌ ‌They‌ ‌must‌ ‌make‌ ‌the‌ ‌headline.‌ ‌The‌ ‌same‌‌characters‌ ‌also‌ ‌appeared‌ ‌repeatedly‌ ‌in‌ ‌various‌ ‌parts‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌body‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌writing.‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌‌approached‌ ‌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 ‌of‌‌BanYue‌ ‌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 ‌a‌‌moment,‌ ‌“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 ‌at‌‌the‌ ‌peripheral‌ ‌of‌ ‌his‌ ‌vision.‌ ‌With‌ ‌both‌ ‌hands‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌rock,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌raised‌ ‌his‌‌head.‌‌‌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 ‌hands‌‌together‌ ‌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 ‌the‌‌shadows‌ ‌all‌ ‌this‌ ‌time,‌ ‌and‌ ‌when‌ ‌the‌ ‌flames‌ ‌grew‌ ‌bigger‌ ‌he‌ ‌scurried‌ ‌alongside‌ ‌the‌ ‌walls‌‌toward‌ ‌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 ‌ringing‌‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌scream‌ ‌earlier,‌ ‌covered‌ ‌his‌ ‌ears.‌ ‌Noise‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌windstorms‌ ‌had‌ ‌deafened‌‌their‌ ‌hearing,‌ ‌and‌ ‌ever‌ ‌since‌ ‌they‌ ‌entered‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave‌ ‌they‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌discussing‌ ‌the‌‌Wicked‌ ‌Master‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌and‌ ‌then‌ ‌the‌ ‌writing‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌stone‌ ‌slate,‌ ‌no‌ ‌one‌ ‌had‌ ‌noticed‌‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌others‌ ‌also‌ ‌hiding‌ ‌within‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌shelter.‌‌‌‌The‌ ‌seven‌ ‌to‌ ‌eight‌ ‌people‌ ‌shivered‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌while‌ ‌before‌ ‌an‌ ‌elder‌ ‌of‌ ‌fifty‌ ‌or‌ ‌so‌ ‌years‌‌stammered,‌ ‌“We’re‌ ‌a‌ ‌merchant‌ ‌caravan‌ ‌passing‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌area.‌ ‌Just‌ ‌normal‌‌merchants.‌ ‌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 ‌around‌‌hiding?”‌‌‌That‌ ‌elder‌ ‌was‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌respond‌ ‌when‌ ‌a‌ ‌youth‌ ‌of‌ ‌about‌ ‌seventeen‌ ‌years‌ ‌shouted,‌ ‌“We‌‌weren’t‌ ‌planning‌ ‌on‌ ‌sneaking‌ ‌around!‌ ‌But‌ ‌you‌ ‌guys‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌rushed‌ ‌in,‌ ‌who‌ ‌knows‌‌whether‌ ‌if‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌good‌ ‌or‌ ‌evil?‌ ‌Then‌ ‌we‌ ‌keep‌ ‌hearing‌ ‌you‌ ‌talk‌ ‌about‌ ‌the‌ ‌Wicked‌ ‌Master‌‌of‌ ‌BanYue,‌ ‌some‌ ‌ghost‌ ‌realm,‌ ‌and‌ ‌igniting‌ ‌fire‌ ‌in‌ ‌your‌ ‌palms;‌ ‌we‌ ‌thought‌ ‌you‌ ‌guys‌ ‌were‌‌the‌ ‌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 ‌the‌‌other‌ ‌party.‌‌‌‌The‌ ‌youth‌ ‌had‌ ‌thick‌ ‌brows‌ ‌and‌ ‌large‌ ‌eyes,‌ ‌the‌ ‌face‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌tiger.‌ ‌But‌ ‌he‌ ‌shut‌ ‌up‌‌immediately‌ ‌the‌ ‌moment‌ ‌an‌ ‌elder‌ ‌spoke.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌put‌ ‌down‌ ‌his‌ ‌hands,‌ ‌his‌ ‌ears‌ ‌no‌‌longer‌ ‌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 ‌is‌‌only‌ ‌a‌ ‌cultivator‌ ‌from‌ ‌a‌ ‌small‌ ‌shrine.‌ ‌These‌ ‌are‌ ‌...‌ ‌people...‌ ‌from‌ ‌my‌ ‌shrine.‌ ‌We‌ ‌only‌‌know‌ ‌small‌ ‌tricks,‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌fancy.‌ ‌You’re‌ ‌normal‌ ‌merchants,‌ ‌and‌ ‌we’re‌ ‌normal‌ ‌cultivators‌‌without‌ ‌malicious‌ ‌intent.‌ ‌It‌ ‌just‌ ‌so‌ ‌happens‌ ‌that‌ ‌we‌ ‌all‌ ‌entered‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌shelter‌ ‌to‌ ‌hide‌‌away‌ ‌from‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌sandstorm.”‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian’s‌ ‌voice‌ ‌was‌ ‌soft‌ ‌and‌ ‌gentle,‌ ‌each‌ ‌word‌ ‌spoken‌ ‌slowly‌ ‌to‌ ‌calm‌ ‌everyone’s‌‌nerves.‌ ‌After‌ ‌much‌ ‌explanation‌ ‌and‌ ‌reassurance,‌ ‌the‌ ‌masses‌ ‌finally‌ ‌relaxed.‌‌‌Suddenly,‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌laughed,‌ ‌“I‌ ‌think‌ ‌they’re‌ ‌being‌ ‌way‌ ‌too‌ ‌humble.‌ ‌Those‌ ‌merchants‌‌aren’t‌ ‌as‌ ‌simple‌ ‌as‌ ‌they‌ ‌say‌ ‌they‌ ‌are.”‌‌‌No‌ ‌one‌ ‌understood‌ ‌what‌ ‌he‌ ‌meant‌ ‌and‌ ‌looked‌ ‌at‌ ‌him‌ ‌in‌ ‌confusion,‌ ‌“Don’t‌ ‌at‌ ‌least‌ ‌half‌‌the‌ ‌travelers‌ ‌go‌ ‌missing‌ ‌when‌ ‌passing‌ ‌through‌ ‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌Pass?‌ ‌To‌ ‌cross‌ ‌this‌ ‌land‌‌when‌ ‌knowing‌ ‌this‌ ‌rumour,‌ ‌surely‌ ‌you’re‌ ‌all‌ ‌extraordinarily‌ ‌brave.‌ ‌Nothing‌ ‌normal‌ ‌about‌‌you.”‌‌‌‌“That’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌all‌ ‌true,‌ ‌young‌ ‌man.”‌ ‌The‌ ‌elder‌ ‌responded.‌ ‌“Some‌ ‌caravans‌ ‌have‌ ‌passed‌‌through‌ ‌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 ‌everything‌‌to‌ ‌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 ‌we‌‌would‌ ‌be‌ ‌buried‌ ‌alive‌ ‌in‌ ‌sand‌ ‌by‌ ‌now!”‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌took‌ ‌a‌ ‌glance;‌ ‌this‌ ‌A-Zhao‌ ‌who‌ ‌guided‌ ‌them‌ ‌looked‌ ‌rather‌ ‌young,‌ ‌seemingly‌ ‌in‌‌his‌ ‌twenties‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌clean,‌ ‌respectable‌ ‌face.‌ ‌When‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌praised‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌two,‌ ‌he‌‌didn’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 ‌be‌‌damaged.”‌‌‌“They’ll‌ ‌be‌ ‌fine‌ ‌for‌ ‌sure!”‌‌‌The‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌were‌ ‌all‌ ‌very‌ ‌optimistic,‌ ‌but‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌had‌ ‌a‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌things‌ ‌weren’t‌ ‌as‌‌simple‌ ‌as‌ ‌they‌ ‌all‌ ‌thought.‌‌‌‌If‌ ‌all‌ ‌troubles‌ ‌could‌ ‌be‌ ‌avoided‌ ‌by‌ ‌simply‌ ‌not‌ ‌crossing‌ ‌into‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌territory,‌ ‌then‌ ‌did‌ ‌all‌‌the‌ ‌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,‌ ‌“This‌‌is‌ ‌too‌ ‌sudden.‌ ‌Once‌ ‌this‌ ‌storm‌ ‌passes‌ ‌we’ll‌ ‌need‌ ‌to‌ ‌make‌ ‌sure‌ ‌these‌ ‌people‌ ‌pass‌‌safely‌ ‌before‌ ‌going‌ ‌to‌ ‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌ruins.”‌‌‌Then,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌looked‌ ‌back‌ ‌down‌ ‌to‌ ‌continue‌ ‌deciphering‌ ‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌writing‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌‌stone‌ ‌slate.‌ ‌He‌ ‌recognized‌ ‌the‌ ‌word‌ ‌‘General’‌ ‌earlier,‌ ‌but‌ ‌that‌ ‌was‌ ‌because‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌‌word‌ ‌often‌ ‌used.‌ ‌It‌ ‌had‌ ‌been‌ ‌two‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌since‌ ‌he‌ ‌last‌ ‌visited‌ ‌the‌ ‌Kingdom‌ ‌of‌‌BanYue.‌ ‌Even‌ ‌if‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌fluent‌ ‌then,‌ ‌it‌ ‌had‌ ‌all‌ ‌been‌ ‌forgotten‌ ‌since.‌ ‌To‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌pick‌ ‌up‌‌the‌ ‌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 ‌know‌‌BanYuenese‌ ‌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 ‌what‌‌that‌ ‌one‌ ‌character‌ ‌meant?‌ ‌His‌ ‌‘not‌ ‌much’‌ ‌has‌ ‌come‌ ‌to‌ ‌mean‌ ‌‘ask‌ ‌away’,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌‌seized‌ ‌the‌ ‌chance.‌ ‌“Excellent!‌ ‌Maybe‌ ‌the‌ ‌characters‌ ‌you‌ ‌recognize‌ ‌happen‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌the‌‌ones‌ ‌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 ‌Fu‌‌Yao‌ ‌stood‌ ‌next‌ ‌to‌ ‌them,‌ ‌lighting‌ ‌the‌ ‌tomb‌ ‌for‌ ‌them‌ ‌to‌ ‌read‌ ‌with‌ ‌their‌ ‌palm‌ ‌torches.‌ ‌Xie‌‌Lian‌ ‌lightly‌ ‌touched‌ ‌the‌ ‌words‌ ‌with‌ ‌his‌ ‌fingers,‌ ‌reviewing‌ ‌the‌ ‌writing‌ ‌in‌ ‌low‌ ‌voices‌ ‌with‌‌San‌ ‌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 ‌of‌‌the‌ ‌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 ‌build‌‌a‌ ‌memorial‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌Midlander?‌ ‌I‌ ‌thought‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌kingdoms‌ ‌were‌ ‌constantly‌ ‌at‌ ‌war‌ ‌with‌‌each‌ ‌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 ‌of‌‌seventy,‌ ‌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 ‌he‌‌could‌ ‌feel‌ ‌eyes‌ ‌on‌ ‌him.‌ ‌He‌ ‌pretended‌ ‌not‌ ‌to‌ ‌notice‌ ‌and‌ ‌continued‌ ‌to‌ ‌decipher‌ ‌the‌‌BanYue‌ ‌writing.‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌couldn’t‌ ‌understand‌ ‌and‌ ‌asked,‌ ‌“What‌ ‌kind‌ ‌of‌ ‌official‌ ‌gets‌‌demoted‌ ‌lower‌ ‌and‌ ‌lower‌ ‌in‌ ‌rank?‌ ‌As‌ ‌long‌ ‌as‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌make‌ ‌any‌ ‌major‌ ‌mistakes,‌ ‌there‌‌should‌ ‌only‌ ‌be‌ ‌delays‌ ‌in‌ ‌promotion,‌ ‌not‌ ‌demotion?‌ ‌How‌ ‌much‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌failure‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌have‌‌to‌ ‌be?”‌‌‌“...”‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌rolled‌ ‌his‌ ‌right‌ ‌hand‌ ‌into‌ ‌a‌ ‌fist‌ ‌and‌ ‌raised‌ ‌it‌ ‌to‌ ‌his‌ ‌lips.‌ ‌He‌ ‌faintly‌ ‌cleared‌ ‌his‌‌throat‌ ‌and‌ ‌replied‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌sternly,‌ ‌“Little‌ ‌kid,‌ ‌receiving‌ ‌continuous‌ ‌demotion‌ ‌is‌ ‌not‌ ‌as‌ ‌rare‌ ‌as‌‌you‌ ‌think.”‌‌‌“Huh?”‌‌‌‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌chuckled,‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌true.‌ ‌It‌ ‌happens‌ ‌a‌ ‌lot.”‌ ‌He‌ ‌paused‌ ‌before‌ ‌continuing,‌ ‌“This‌‌captain‌ ‌got‌ ‌demoted‌ ‌time‌ ‌and‌ ‌time‌ ‌again‌ ‌not‌ ‌because‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌incapable‌ ‌and‌‌incompetent‌ ‌for‌ ‌duty,‌ ‌but‌ ‌because‌ ‌despite‌ ‌poor‌ ‌relations‌ ‌on‌ ‌both‌ ‌sides,‌ ‌instead‌ ‌of‌‌winning‌ ‌battles‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌battlefield,‌ ‌he‌ ‌kept‌ ‌getting‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌way.”‌‌‌“What‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌mean,‌ ‌‘getting‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌way’?”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌asked.‌‌‌“He‌ ‌prevented‌ ‌his‌ ‌enemies‌ ‌from‌ ‌killing‌ ‌Midland‌ ‌civilians,‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌also‌ ‌blocked‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌‌army‌ ‌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 ‌like‌‌it’s‌ ‌story‌ ‌time.‌ ‌Soon‌ ‌they‌ ‌got‌ ‌into‌ ‌it‌ ‌and‌ ‌started‌ ‌commentating.‌‌‌‌“I‌ ‌don’t‌ ‌think‌ ‌the‌ ‌captain‌ ‌did‌ ‌anything‌ ‌wrong!”‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌remarked,‌ ‌“It‌ ‌shouldn’t‌ ‌be‌ ‌a‌‌problem‌ ‌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?”‌‌‌“Yeah,‌ ‌he’s‌ ‌saving‌ ‌lives,‌ ‌not‌ ‌killing‌ ‌people!”‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌smiled‌ ‌at‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌ ‌comments.‌‌‌The‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌before‌ ‌them‌ ‌never‌ ‌lived‌ ‌a‌ ‌day‌ ‌at‌ ‌a‌ ‌battle-torn‌ ‌border,‌ ‌and‌ ‌were‌ ‌not‌ ‌the‌‌same‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌two‌ ‌hundred‌ ‌years‌ ‌ago.‌ ‌The‌ ‌Kingdom‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌had‌ ‌long‌ ‌perished.‌ ‌It‌‌was‌ ‌easy‌ ‌for‌ ‌them‌ ‌to‌ ‌say‌ ‌this,‌ ‌criticize‌ ‌that,‌ ‌even‌ ‌compliment,‌ ‌but‌ ‌the‌ ‌actions‌ ‌of‌ ‌that‌‌captain‌ ‌weren’t‌ ‌so‌ ‌easily‌ ‌forgiven‌ ‌then,‌ ‌not‌ ‌with‌ ‌a‌ ‌simple‌ ‌“He’s‌ ‌just‌ ‌blindly‌ ‌kind”.‌‌‌‌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 ‌receive‌‌demotion‌ ‌was‌ ‌already‌ ‌a‌ ‌blessing‌ ‌for‌ ‌this‌ ‌captain.”‌‌‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌however,‌ ‌clicked‌ ‌his‌ ‌tongue.‌ ‌“Laughable.”‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌pretty‌ ‌much‌ ‌guess‌ ‌what‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌say,‌ ‌and‌ ‌rubbed‌ ‌his‌ ‌forehead.‌‌‌‌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 ‌he‌‌must‌ ‌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 ‌will‌‌only‌ ‌drag‌ ‌down‌ ‌his‌ ‌fellow‌ ‌soldiers.‌ ‌His‌ ‌enemies‌ ‌will‌ ‌also‌ ‌think‌ ‌him‌ ‌foolish.‌ ‌No‌ ‌one‌ ‌will‌‌thank‌ ‌him‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌end.”‌‌‌Fu‌ ‌Yao’s‌ ‌words‌ ‌had‌ ‌irrefutable‌ ‌logic,‌ ‌and‌ ‌silence‌ ‌soon‌ ‌filled‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave.‌ ‌He‌ ‌continued‌‌drily,‌ ‌“People‌ ‌like‌ ‌that‌ ‌only‌ ‌have‌ ‌one‌ ‌end‌ ‌–‌ ‌death.‌ ‌They‌ ‌will‌ ‌either‌ ‌die‌ ‌in‌ ‌battle‌ ‌or‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌‌hands‌ ‌of‌ ‌their‌ ‌own‌ ‌people.”‌‌‌After‌ ‌becoming‌ ‌speechless‌ ‌for‌ ‌a‌ ‌moment,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌broke‌ ‌the‌ ‌silence,‌ ‌“Yea.‌ ‌You’re‌ ‌quite‌‌right.‌ ‌He‌ ‌did‌ ‌die.”‌‌‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌was‌ ‌shocked,‌ ‌“Ah!‌ ‌How‌ ‌did‌ ‌he‌ ‌die?‌ ‌Was‌ ‌he‌ ‌really‌ ‌killed‌ ‌by‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌‌people?”‌‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌chewed‌ ‌on‌ ‌his‌ ‌words‌ ‌but‌ ‌still‌ ‌replied‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌end,‌ ‌“Not‌ ‌really...‌ ‌Here‌ ‌it‌ ‌says‌ ‌that‌‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌once‌ ‌when‌ ‌both‌ ‌sides‌ ‌clashed,‌ ‌as‌ ‌they‌ ‌fought,‌ ‌this‌ ‌man’s‌ ‌boot‌ ‌laces‌ ‌came‌‌loose‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌stepped‌ ‌on‌ ‌it,‌ ‌tripped,‌ ‌then...”‌‌‌Everyone‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave‌ ‌had‌ ‌thought‌ ‌the‌ ‌death‌ ‌would‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌tragic‌ ‌but‌ ‌heroic,‌ ‌so‌ ‌they‌‌wre‌ ‌all‌ ‌taken‌ ‌aback‌ ‌at‌ ‌first,‌ ‌thinking‌ ‌what‌ ‌kind‌ ‌of‌ ‌death‌ ‌was‌ ‌that?‌ ‌And‌ ‌laughter‌‌exploded,‌ ‌“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH”‌‌‌“Is‌ ‌that‌ ‌so‌ ‌funny?”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌arched‌ ‌his‌ ‌brows.‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌also‌ ‌piped‌ ‌up,‌ ‌“Ahem.Yea,‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌rather‌ ‌tragic.‌ ‌Let’s‌ ‌be‌ ‌more‌ ‌sympathetic‌ ‌and‌ ‌not‌‌laugh,‌ ‌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 ‌his‌‌death‌ ‌is‌ ‌just...‌ ‌so...‌ ‌hahah...”‌‌‌There‌ ‌was‌ ‌nothing‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌do.‌ ‌Reading‌ ‌the‌ ‌epitaph‌ ‌to‌ ‌this‌ ‌point,‌ ‌even‌ ‌he‌ ‌wanted‌‌to‌ ‌laugh,‌ ‌so‌ ‌he‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌comment‌ ‌and‌ ‌continued‌ ‌to‌ ‌translate.‌ ‌“In‌ ‌any‌ ‌case,‌ ‌even‌ ‌though‌‌this‌ ‌captain‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌have‌ ‌a‌ ‌good‌ ‌reputation‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌army,‌ ‌the‌ ‌border‌ ‌citizens‌ ‌were‌ ‌all‌ ‌very‌‌grateful‌ ‌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 ‌all‌‌disasters‌ ‌met‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌Gobi‌ ‌to‌ ‌good‌ ‌fortune.”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌completed‌ ‌the‌ ‌translation.‌‌‌His‌ ‌tone‌ ‌of‌ ‌voice‌ ‌was‌ ‌mysterious‌ ‌and‌ ‌meaningful,‌ ‌very‌ ‌convincing.‌ ‌His‌ ‌expression‌ ‌was‌‌also‌ ‌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 ‌they‌‌laughed‌ ‌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 ‌the‌‌epitaph‌ ‌and‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌no‌ ‌more‌ ‌words.‌ ‌At‌ ‌first‌ ‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌feeling‌ ‌a‌ ‌bit‌ ‌woeful,‌ ‌but‌ ‌now‌ ‌he‌‌thought‌ ‌it‌ ‌funny,‌ ‌and‌ ‌whispered‌ ‌back,‌ ‌“Why‌ ‌are‌ ‌you‌ ‌so‌ ‌mischievous?”‌‌‌‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌stuck‌ ‌out‌ ‌his‌ ‌tongue,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌two‌ ‌chuckled.‌‌‌‌Just‌ ‌then,‌ ‌someone‌ ‌shrieked,‌ ‌“WHAT’S‌ ‌THIS???”‌‌‌The‌ ‌shriek‌ ‌echoed‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave,‌ ‌sharply‌ ‌reverberating‌ ‌against‌ ‌the‌ ‌walls,‌ ‌causing‌ ‌all‌ ‌the‌‌hairs‌ ‌to‌ ‌stand.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌instantly‌ ‌turned‌ ‌toward‌ ‌where‌ ‌the‌ ‌shriek‌ ‌came‌ ‌from‌ ‌and‌‌demanded,‌ ‌“What‌ ‌happened?”‌‌‌Where‌ ‌the‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌were‌ ‌once‌ ‌sitting,‌ ‌everyone‌ ‌had‌ ‌scrambled‌ ‌in‌ ‌a‌ ‌flash,‌ ‌scurrying‌‌away‌ ‌in‌ ‌fear‌ ‌and‌ ‌alarm.‌‌‌“SNAKE!”‌‌‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌moved‌ ‌their‌ ‌palms‌ ‌toward‌ ‌the‌ ‌commotion‌ ‌and‌ ‌lit‌ ‌up‌ ‌the‌ ‌ground‌ ‌in‌‌that‌ ‌direction.‌ ‌Curled‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌sandy‌ ‌floor‌ ‌was‌ ‌a‌ ‌slender,‌ ‌brilliantly‌ ‌coloured‌ ‌snake!‌‌‌“Why‌ ‌is‌ ‌there‌ ‌a‌ ‌snake?!”‌ ‌The‌ ‌crowd‌ ‌was‌ ‌growing‌ ‌increasingly‌ ‌anxious.‌‌‌“Why...‌ ‌why‌ ‌did‌ ‌this‌ ‌snake‌ ‌not‌ ‌make‌ ‌any‌ ‌noise‌ ‌when‌ ‌it‌ ‌slithered‌ ‌out?”‌‌‌When‌ ‌the‌ ‌flames‌ ‌lit‌ ‌up‌ ‌over‌ ‌the‌ ‌snake‌ ‌it‌ ‌instantly‌ ‌became‌ ‌alert‌ ‌and‌ ‌raised‌ ‌itself‌ ‌to‌ ‌a‌‌position‌ ‌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 ‌it‌‌closer‌ ‌to‌ ‌observe‌ ‌it‌ ‌and‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“Isn’t‌ ‌it‌ ‌normal‌ ‌to‌ ‌have‌ ‌snakes‌ ‌in‌ ‌the‌ ‌desert?”‌‌‌Someone‌ ‌this‌ ‌unscrupulous‌ ‌and‌ ‌gutsy‌ ‌was‌ ‌of‌ ‌course‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang.‌ ‌They‌ ‌say‌ ‌to‌ ‌fight‌ ‌a‌‌snake,‌ ‌seize‌ ‌where‌ ‌the‌ ‌heart‌ ‌is,‌ ‌and‌ ‌if‌ ‌pressed‌ ‌down‌ ‌hard‌ ‌enough,‌ ‌no‌ ‌matter‌ ‌how‌‌venomous‌ ‌its‌ ‌fangs‌ ‌it’d‌ ‌be‌ ‌helpless.‌ ‌The‌ ‌snake‌ ‌wrapped‌ ‌its‌ ‌long‌ ‌tail‌ ‌around‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang’s‌‌left‌ ‌arm‌ ‌meekly,‌ ‌and‌ ‌in‌ ‌closer‌ ‌range‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌see‌ ‌clearly‌ ‌the‌ ‌snake‌ ‌had‌‌translucent‌ ‌skin,‌ ‌its‌ ‌vivid‌ ‌red‌ ‌insides‌ ‌mixed‌ ‌with‌ ‌threads‌ ‌of‌ ‌black‌ ‌visible,‌ ‌resembling‌‌inner‌ ‌organs‌ ‌and‌ ‌rather‌ ‌disgusting.‌ ‌The‌ ‌tail‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌colour‌ ‌of‌ ‌flesh,‌ ‌segmented‌ ‌like‌‌layers‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌hard‌ ‌shell,‌ ‌unlike‌ ‌that‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌snake‌ ‌but‌ ‌a‌ ‌scorpion.‌‌‌Seeing‌ ‌this,‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian’s‌ ‌face‌ ‌changed,‌ ‌and‌ ‌called‌ ‌out,‌ ‌“Watch‌ ‌out‌ ‌for‌ ‌its‌ ‌tail!”‌‌‌Before‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌finished‌ ‌his‌ ‌sentence‌ ‌the‌ ‌long‌ ‌snake‌ ‌body‌ ‌that‌ ‌was‌ ‌wrapped‌ ‌around‌‌San‌ ‌Lang’s‌ ‌left‌ ‌arm‌ ‌suddenly‌ ‌let‌ ‌go,‌ ‌the‌ ‌tail‌ ‌end‌ ‌paralleling‌ ‌the‌ ‌head‌ ‌snapped‌‌backwards,‌ ‌and‌ ‌tried‌ ‌to‌ ‌stab‌ ‌viciously‌ ‌towards‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang.‌‌‌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 ‌was‌‌an‌ ‌interesting‌ ‌toy,‌ ‌laughing,‌ ‌“This‌ ‌tail‌ ‌is‌ ‌pretty‌ ‌cool.”‌‌‌‌On‌ ‌the‌ ‌end‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌tail‌ ‌grew‌ ‌a‌ ‌long‌ ‌flesh‌ ‌red‌ ‌needle,‌ ‌and‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌sighed‌ ‌in‌ ‌relief.‌ ‌“I’m‌‌glad‌ ‌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,‌ ‌scarce‌‌in‌ ‌numbers.‌ ‌I’ve‌ ‌never‌ ‌seen‌ ‌them‌ ‌before‌ ‌but‌ ‌I’ve‌ ‌heard‌ ‌of‌ ‌them.‌ ‌Body‌ ‌of‌ ‌a‌ ‌snake,‌ ‌tail‌ ‌of‌‌a‌ ‌scorpion,‌ ‌its‌ ‌venom‌ ‌is‌ ‌the‌ ‌strength‌ ‌of‌ ‌both‌ ‌combined,‌ ‌and‌ ‌if‌ ‌bitten‌ ‌or‌ ‌pricked...”‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌trailed‌ ‌off‌ ‌watching‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌twisting‌ ‌the‌ ‌snake,‌ ‌pulling‌ ‌and‌ ‌squeezing‌ ‌it‌ ‌like‌‌it’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.”‌‌‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌laughed,‌ ‌“Don’t‌ ‌worry,‌ ‌gege,‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌nothing.‌ ‌The‌ ‌Scorpion‌ ‌Snake‌ ‌is‌ ‌the‌ ‌symbol‌ ‌of‌‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌Guoshi,‌ ‌gotta‌ ‌take‌ ‌this‌ ‌rare‌ ‌chance‌ ‌to‌ ‌examine‌ ‌it!”‌‌‌“The‌ ‌symbol‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌Guoshi?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌asked‌ ‌in‌ ‌awe.‌‌‌“That’s‌ ‌right.”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌said.‌ ‌“Apparently‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌because‌ ‌the‌ ‌Guoshi‌ ‌could‌ ‌control‌ ‌these‌‌scorpion‌ ‌snakes‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌people‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌believed‌ ‌in‌ ‌her‌ ‌powers‌ ‌and‌ ‌worshipped‌ ‌her.”‌‌‌Hearing‌ ‌the‌ ‌word‌ ‌‘control’‌ ‌brought‌ ‌alarm‌ ‌to‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian.‌ ‌When‌ ‌it‌ ‌comes‌ ‌to‌ ‌controlling‌‌anything,‌ ‌whatever‌ ‌it‌ ‌may‌ ‌be‌ ‌they‌ ‌usually‌ ‌come‌ ‌in‌ ‌mass‌ ‌numbers.‌ ‌“Everyone,‌ ‌leave‌ ‌this‌‌cave!‌ ‌There‌ ‌may‌ ‌be‌ ‌more‌ ‌than‌ ‌one‌ ‌scorpion‌ ‌snake...”‌‌‌“AAahh!!!”‌ ‌A‌ ‌voice‌ ‌cried‌ ‌before‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌could‌ ‌finish‌ ‌his‌ ‌words.‌‌‌“SNAKE!”‌ ‌Other‌ ‌voices‌ ‌started‌ ‌yelling,‌ ‌“So‌ ‌many‌ ‌snakes!!!”‌‌‌‌“Over‌ ‌here‌ ‌too!”‌‌‌From‌ ‌within‌ ‌the‌ ‌shadows,‌ ‌seven‌ ‌or‌ ‌eight‌ ‌scorpion‌ ‌snakes‌ ‌soundlessly‌ ‌slithered‌ ‌into‌ ‌the‌‌cave.‌ ‌They‌ ‌came‌ ‌so‌ ‌swiftly‌ ‌and‌ ‌quietly‌ ‌from‌ ‌unknown‌ ‌crevices‌ ‌but‌ ‌they‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌attack‌‌anyone,‌ ‌only‌ ‌watching,‌ ‌judging.‌ ‌Soundless‌ ‌in‌ ‌both‌ ‌movement‌ ‌and‌ ‌attack,‌ ‌not‌ ‌even‌‌hissing‌ ‌from‌ ‌their‌ ‌tongues.‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌and‌ ‌Fu‌ ‌Yao‌ ‌released‌ ‌two‌ ‌fireballs‌ ‌and‌ ‌shot‌ ‌them‌‌towards‌ ‌the‌ ‌snakes,‌ ‌exploding‌ ‌into‌ ‌flames‌ ‌inside‌ ‌the‌ ‌cave.‌‌‌“Get‌ ‌out!”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌yelled.‌‌‌No‌ ‌one‌ ‌needed‌ ‌to‌ ‌be‌ ‌told‌ ‌twice,‌ ‌and‌ ‌all‌ ‌ran‌ ‌outside.‌ ‌Luckily‌ ‌it‌ ‌was‌ ‌still‌ ‌light‌ ‌out‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌‌twister‌ ‌had‌ ‌long‌ ‌passed,‌ ‌the‌ ‌windstorm‌ ‌died‌ ‌down.‌ ‌The‌ ‌group‌ ‌of‌ ‌them‌ ‌escaped‌ ‌out‌ ‌into‌‌open‌ ‌ground‌ ‌and‌ ‌kept‌ ‌running.‌ ‌As‌ ‌they‌ ‌ran,‌ ‌someone‌ ‌spoke‌ ‌up,‌ ‌“That‌ ‌stone‌ ‌memorial‌ ‌is‌‌too‌ ‌scary!‌ ‌How‌ ‌come‌ ‌after‌ ‌we‌ ‌kowtowed‌ ‌three‌ ‌times‌ ‌we‌ ‌still‌ ‌ran‌ ‌into‌ ‌stuff‌ ‌like‌ ‌that??”‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌was‌ ‌thankful‌ ‌that‌ ‌they‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌know‌ ‌those‌ ‌last‌ ‌words‌ ‌were‌ ‌fabricated‌ ‌by‌ ‌San‌‌Lang,‌ ‌but‌ ‌then‌ ‌he‌ ‌heard‌ ‌someone‌ ‌else‌ ‌say,‌ ‌“Yea!‌ ‌It’s’s‌ ‌pretty‌ ‌much‌ ‌the‌ ‌same‌ ‌effect‌ ‌as‌‌worshipping‌ ‌that‌ ‌Scrap‌ ‌Immortal!‌ ‌The‌ ‌more‌ ‌you‌ ‌pray‌ ‌the‌ ‌more‌ ‌unlucky‌ ‌you‌ ‌become!”‌‌‌“...”‌‌‌In‌ ‌a‌ ‌place‌ ‌where‌ ‌barely‌ ‌any‌ ‌sticks‌ ‌can‌ ‌hit‌ ‌him,‌ ‌he’d‌ ‌still‌ ‌get‌ ‌shot‌ ‌by‌ ‌an‌ ‌arrow.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌‌was‌ ‌speechless.‌ ‌Suddenly,‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌yelped‌ ‌in‌ ‌alarm,‌ ‌“UNCLE‌ ‌ZHENG!”‌ ‌That‌ ‌elder‌‌he‌ ‌was‌ ‌assisting‌ ‌had‌ ‌collapsed.‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌darted‌ ‌over,‌ ‌“What‌ ‌happened?”‌‌‌Pain‌ ‌filled‌ ‌the‌ ‌face‌ ‌of‌ ‌old‌ ‌man‌ ‌Zheng,‌ ‌and‌ ‌he‌ ‌raised‌ ‌a‌ ‌shaky‌ ‌hand.‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌grabbed‌‌hold‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌hand‌ ‌and‌ ‌frowned,‌ ‌his‌ ‌heart‌ ‌sinking.‌ ‌There‌ ‌was‌ ‌an‌ ‌growing‌ ‌angry‌ ‌swelling‌‌that‌ ‌was‌ ‌spreading‌ ‌rapidly‌ ‌down‌ ‌his‌ ‌palm,‌ ‌and‌ ‌within‌ ‌the‌ ‌red‌ ‌and‌ ‌purple‌ ‌there‌ ‌were‌ ‌two‌‌small‌ ‌punctures,‌ ‌barely‌ ‌visible.‌ ‌A‌ ‌wound‌ ‌this‌ ‌tiny‌ ‌would‌ ‌not‌ ‌have‌ ‌been‌ ‌noticed‌ ‌before‌ ‌it‌‌was‌ ‌too‌ ‌late.‌‌‌‌“Everyone,‌ ‌check‌ ‌and‌ ‌see‌ ‌if‌ ‌you‌ ‌have‌ ‌any‌ ‌wounds‌ ‌on‌ ‌your‌ ‌bodies!”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌called‌ ‌out‌‌immediately,‌ ‌“If‌ ‌there‌ ‌are,‌ ‌use‌ ‌a‌ ‌rope‌ ‌to‌ ‌tie‌ ‌it‌ ‌down!”‌‌‌‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌turned‌ ‌the‌ ‌hand‌ ‌over‌ ‌to‌ ‌examine‌ ‌it‌ ‌further,‌ ‌and‌ ‌saw‌ ‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌red‌ ‌and‌ ‌purple‌‌swelling‌ ‌was‌ ‌climbing‌ ‌up‌ ‌the‌ ‌veins‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌arm.‌ ‌He‌ ‌was‌ ‌just‌ ‌about‌ ‌to‌ ‌unravel‌ ‌Ruoye‌‌when‌ ‌next‌ ‌to‌ ‌him‌ ‌A-Zhao‌ ‌ripped‌ ‌a‌ ‌strip‌ ‌of‌ ‌fabric‌ ‌from‌ ‌his‌ ‌own‌ ‌clothing‌ ‌and‌ ‌promptly‌‌knotted‌ ‌it‌ ‌dead‌ ‌tight‌ ‌on‌ ‌the‌ ‌old‌ ‌man’s‌ ‌bicep‌ ‌to‌ ‌prevent‌ ‌the‌ ‌venom‌ ‌from‌ ‌progressing.‌ ‌Xie‌‌Lian‌ ‌was‌ ‌amazed‌ ‌by‌ ‌his‌ ‌speed.‌ ‌He‌ ‌looked‌ ‌up‌ ‌and‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌wordless‌ ‌took‌ ‌out‌ ‌a‌‌medicine‌ ‌bottle‌ ‌and‌ ‌popped‌ ‌out‌ ‌a‌ ‌pill‌ ‌for‌ ‌the‌ ‌old‌ ‌man‌ ‌to‌ ‌swallow.‌‌‌‌“Uncle!‌ ‌Are‌ ‌you‌ ‌ok?”‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌cried,‌ ‌“A-Zhao-ge,‌ ‌uncle‌ ‌won’t‌ ‌die,‌ ‌will‌ ‌he?”‌‌‌A-Zhao‌ ‌shook‌ ‌his‌ ‌head,‌ ‌“To‌ ‌get‌ ‌bitten‌ ‌by‌ ‌the‌ ‌scorpion‌ ‌snake‌ ‌means‌ ‌certain‌ ‌death‌ ‌within‌‌four‌ ‌hours.”‌‌‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌was‌ ‌shaken,‌ ‌“Then...‌ ‌what‌ ‌do‌ ‌we‌ ‌do??”‌‌‌‌Old‌ ‌man‌ ‌Zheng‌ ‌was‌ ‌the‌ ‌leader‌ ‌of‌ ‌the‌ ‌caravan,‌ ‌and‌ ‌the‌ ‌other‌ ‌merchants‌ ‌also‌ ‌started‌‌panicking,‌ ‌“This‌ ‌buddy‌ ‌here‌ ‌just‌ ‌gave‌ ‌him‌ ‌a‌ ‌pill,‌ ‌right?”‌‌‌“That‌ ‌wasn’t‌ ‌an‌ ‌antidote,”‌ ‌Nan‌ ‌Feng‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“It’s‌ ‌for‌ ‌temporary‌ ‌longevity.‌ ‌The‌ ‌most‌ ‌it‌ ‌can‌‌give‌ ‌him‌ ‌is‌ ‌twenty-four‌ ‌hours.”‌‌‌‌The‌ ‌crowd‌ ‌became‌ ‌even‌ ‌more‌ ‌distressed,‌ ‌“Only‌ ‌twenty-four‌ ‌hours?”‌‌‌“Does‌ ‌that‌ ‌mean‌ ‌we‌ ‌can‌ ‌only‌ ‌sit‌ ‌here‌ ‌and‌ ‌wait‌ ‌for‌ ‌death‌ ‌to‌ ‌come?”‌‌‌“Is‌ ‌there‌ ‌no‌ ‌saving‌ ‌him‌ ‌from‌ ‌this‌ ‌venom?”‌‌‌Right‌ ‌then,‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌walked‌ ‌over‌ ‌slowly,‌ ‌“There‌ ‌is‌ ‌a‌ ‌way.”‌‌‌Everyone‌ ‌turned‌ ‌to‌ ‌stare‌ ‌at‌ ‌him.‌ ‌Tian‌ ‌Sheng‌ ‌turned‌ ‌his‌ ‌head‌ ‌joyously,‌ ‌“A-Zhao-ge,‌ ‌if‌‌there’s‌ ‌a‌ ‌way‌ ‌why‌ ‌didn’t‌ ‌you‌ ‌say‌ ‌so?‌ ‌Gave‌ ‌me‌ ‌a‌ ‌fright!”‌‌‌‌However,‌ ‌A-Zhou‌ ‌was‌ ‌still‌ ‌silent,‌ ‌and‌ ‌soundlessly‌ ‌shook‌ ‌his‌ ‌head.‌‌‌‌“Of‌ ‌course‌ ‌it’s‌ ‌not‌ ‌easy‌ ‌for‌ ‌him‌ ‌to‌ ‌say,”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌said,‌ ‌“How‌ ‌could‌ ‌he‌ ‌possibly‌ ‌tell‌ ‌you‌‌that‌ ‌the‌ ‌bitten‌ ‌one‌ ‌could‌ ‌only‌ ‌be‌ ‌saved‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌cost‌ ‌of‌ ‌everyone‌ ‌else’s‌ ‌lives?”‌‌‌“San‌ ‌Lang,‌ ‌what‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌mean?”‌ ‌Xie‌ ‌Lian‌ ‌asked.‌‌‌“Gege,‌ ‌do‌ ‌you‌ ‌know‌ ‌the‌ ‌story‌ ‌behind‌ ‌the‌ ‌scorpion‌ ‌snake?”‌ ‌San‌ ‌Lang‌ ‌asked.‌‌‌In‌ ‌the‌ ‌legends,‌ ‌many‌ ‌hundreds‌ ‌of‌ ‌years‌ ‌ago,‌ ‌there‌ ‌was‌ ‌once‌ ‌a‌ ‌King‌ ‌of‌ ‌BanYue‌ ‌who‌‌while‌ ‌hunting,‌ ‌inadvertently‌ ‌caught‌ ‌two‌ ‌spirits‌ ‌borne‌ ‌from‌ ‌two‌ ‌venomous‌ ‌creatures‌ ‌–‌‌one‌ ‌snake‌ ‌and‌ ‌one‌ ‌sc

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