"The time is ripe now, young master, you have finally grown up, but this old servant cannot see... Heh, a dying man always talks too much, let's not talk about this!"
Elder Ming's tone was somewhat solemn, "Does the young master know who sent these people?"
Mo Xie coldly asked, "My 'good brothers'?"
Elder Ming smiled and nodded, "Young Master, you've really grown up... That's right, you're one of those young masters."
"In my humble opinion, it is most likely the Third Young Master, the Fourth Young Master, and the Seventh Young Master."
"Young Master, you must be more careful in the future!"
Mo Xie nodded. "I've got it."
Elder Ming said, "Young Master, your destiny was predetermined from the moment you were born: it is to fight, a battle fought alone!"
“If you, young master, remain mediocre, you will still have some room to stay out of it.”
"But now that you, young master, have risen to a level that forces everyone to take notice, you absolutely cannot remain uninvolved any longer. You are now part of this grand scheme!"
"Once you enter this game, there are only three paths—either become a desolate grave and withered bones, or kneel down as a slave... or rule the world."
"The first path is one that this old servant would never want the young master to take; the second path is one that the young master would not take either, given his temperament."
"Then only the third path remains!"
"To traverse this heavenly path means facing mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless hardships and dangers... Young Master, you must be fully prepared!"
"Strength, influence, strategy, subordinates... none of these can be lacking!"
"Young Master, have you remembered this?"
Mo Xie nodded heavily. "I understand."
Elder Ming gripped Mo Xie's hand tightly, "Young Master, you must promise me! If the situation is beyond our control, you shall retreat into the mountains and live out your life in peace."
"You...cough cough...promise me!"
Black blood kept gushing out as the old man's life force rapidly dissipated.
Mo Xie's eyes gleamed, and he nodded heavily, "Elder Ming, I promise you!"
"This old servant earnestly hopes that the young master can achieve this... but unfortunately... I can't see it..."
The old man's withered hand fell limply to his side, and his head tilted slightly to the side.
His unfocused gaze was forever fixed on the sky—as if he could see Mo Xie soaring through the heavens like a dragon.
Why do people experience a final burst of energy and a lingering breath when their time is almost up?
Because there are still things on my mind that I can't let go of.
After explaining everything, I felt completely at peace.
Dust to dust, earth to earth; the soul returns to the heavens, the body transforms into the earth.
This is the cruel path of the profound!
In every corner of the world, every day, every second, people die.
This is the first time someone has left Mo Xie's side... and it may not be the last.
The esoteric path is a solitary one!
Mo Xie silently closed the old man's eyes and tidied up his clothes and body.
His face was expressionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Old Man Ming had no children; he spent the first half of his life with the Mo family and the second half with Mo Xie.
In the eyes of the world, he was just an insignificant servant.
After he dies, perhaps no one in this world will ever know that he was ever here.
Like grass, like leaves...unnoticed.
It is precisely these countless unsung heroes who have enabled the rise of a so-called hero.
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Feng Qingcheng tossed the blood-stained knife with its broken limbs on the ground, put her hands behind her back, and said, "I also took care of the rest of them... How do you plan to repay this favor?"
Mo Xie suddenly looked at the blood-stained knife on the ground, her eyes flashing with a fierce light like a wild beast.
He completely ignored Feng Qingcheng and walked step by step toward the Blood Blade.
A flash of displeasure crossed Feng Qingcheng's eyes, and she frowned, saying, "Hmph, so arrogant! Don't think that I can't kill you!"
"Shut up!"
Mo Xie turned around and said fiercely.
“You…” Feng Qingcheng opened her mouth.
Watching Mo Xie's retreating figure, his chest heaved, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly...
Mo Xie turned around and walked step by step toward the Blood Blade.
His eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty light, like that of a ferocious beast.
Blood Blade writhed on the ground, staring at Mo Xie in utter terror, "Don't come any closer..."
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