Zheng Gaocai was chatting animatedly with Ji Hua about the recent interesting tales from Yunzhou's martial world, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed Wang Yue sitting quietly beside them with his eyes closed, without saying a word.
He broke off, looked at him thoughtfully, and laughed heartily. "Brother Zhou, you look young, yet you're remarkably steady.
"I wonder which lineage you come from? Judging by the way you look, could it be that you can't wait to make a name for yourself in Anzhou and win fame and merit?"
He paused, then added, "Anzhou today is no ordinary place. Since the dragon transformation retreated three hundred years ago, it has left behind an enormous number of precious lands. Experts from every road have gathered there; calling it a sacred land of martial arts would not be an exaggeration."
Recalling the Four-Eyed Blood Scale Spear's earlier warning, Wang Yue knew that Zheng Gaocai possessed clues about the Method of Seeing Gods and Worshipping Me. Since he intended to befriend him, he slowly opened his eyes.
He shook his head, his tone strange. "I'm no descendant of any lineage. Something happened at home, and I had no choice but to leave and travel afar."
Zheng Gaocai's gaze fell upon the tear in Wang Yue's fitted martial attire, where traces of battle still lingered. After a moment of silence, he assumed Wang Yue had suffered a family calamity.
His tone carried a measure of consolation. "Brother Zhou, don't dwell on it. A good man ought to travel the world. Once you make a name for yourself in the martial world, when you look back, the twists and turns before you will seem not worth mentioning."
"Then I'll borrow Brother Zheng's auspicious words."
Wang Yue nodded lightly and said no more.