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"Yes! And if he isn't lying, then his master with the surname Lu must be Senior Lu. I was only guessing at first, but what Zi Lan's Ni Zi said just now matches Senior Lu's style perfectly. However, one thing doesn't add up: Senior Lu isn't skilled in weapon forging. So, who did this kid learn forging from? I've never heard of such techniques in this world," Zi Tianyang said, furrowing his brow again.
"Hey, Second Master, if you ask me, instead of pondering here, why not just bring that kid over? You can ask him directly and get to the bottom of it!"
"What if that kid really is Senior Lu's disciple?"
"Uh... then maybe it's better to leave it alone. Please continue, Second Master." Though he was straightforward and decisive in his actions, he wasn't foolish. Senior Lu was known as the Madman Lu; if that kid truly was his disciple and he brought him here, no matter how much compensation was offered afterward, Ziyang Mountain would surely be thrown into chaos.
Just as the elders of the Zi Family were discussing and speculating about Mo Wen's identity, Mo Wen was lying under a Tree, playing with the jade pendant Zi Lan had given him. He hadn't done anything all day; after the members of the Zi Family left, he too departed and found this tree to lie down. Looking at the jade pendant in his hand, memories of Zi Lan's smiles and frowns surfaced in his mind, causing a smile to unconsciously creep onto his lips.
At his current pace, he would reach the edge of the forest in about a month. The signs of human activity in this area had clearly increased. Even though it wasn't far from Yan Luo River, he had already encountered two exploration teams over the past month. However, relying on the instincts he had honed in the forest, he easily avoided them. Those exploration teams seemed to be in a hurry and didn't conduct thorough searches. Deep within the cave behind him was a hot spring; he followed Zi Lan's example and enjoyed a comfortable soak while organizing his gains from this period. He checked on Xiao Hei's condition; Xiao Hei was still asleep. He wondered how long Old Qilin meant by "a period of sleep." At this moment, he had changed into a new outfit; his original beast skin clothes had been discarded. As Old Lu had said, there was no way he could go out dressed like that—it would be far too conspicuous. Now he looked clean and refined, with an air of elegance about him. He surveyed his attire and nodded in satisfaction.
Turning back to look at the cave behind him, the hot spring ignited memories within him—memories of time spent with Old Lu in the forest, transforming from a child into a graceful young man. Then there was that ever-present figure in his mind—the girl who embodied both gentleness and wildness.
After the Lu Family left back then, he stayed by that Tree for three days, almost entranced as he repeatedly gazed at the jade pendant in his hand. Scenes with that extraordinarily beautiful girl played back in his mind—from her unconscious state behind the stone to her glancing back twice as she walked away—none of it had faded; instead, it became clearer over time. It took him three days to finally shake off the lingering effects of parting from Zi Lan. As they say, fate will bring people together when it's meant to be; whether or not there is fate depends on one's strength. If he were weak, even standing at Ziyang Mountain's gate would mean he'd miss out on seeing Zi Lan again. In this world, fate certainly exists—like their encounter in this forest being one such instance—but strength determines whether they have another chance to meet again. After coming to terms with all this, he continued on his journey.
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