"Decide already!"
Gu Sheng was no indecisive man. The journey from Wu'an back to Jiangning had taken him along a road of blood and blades, teaching him the true nature of this chaotic age.
This was a world that had already gone mad. Almost no one followed the established moral standards anymore. Everyone struggled for one thing, something simpler than anything else: to survive—to live with dignity and safety.
"I will!"
As expected, the first to act was the man who had been speaking with Gu Sheng all along. He released the warhorse that had followed him for many years, then took off his armor. Holding a blade in his left hand, he suddenly hacked down at his right wrist.
"Ugh..."
The man let out a muffled groan. When he raised his head again, his face was pale, his lips bloodless, and his forehead covered in cold sweat.
"You can go."
Gu Sheng waved his hand. The man revealed the joy of one who had survived a disaster. Losing one hand would affect his life somewhat, but after this battle, he had lost all desire to compete and fight.
He had managed to save a modest amount over the years. Wouldn't it be better to return to his hometown, buy some fields, build a house, and live out the rest of his days peacefully?
After Gu Sheng released the man as promised, more people slowly began to stir. Compared to losing one hand or losing one's life, most people would not choose death. With the first man leading the way, those who followed gradually began to act on their own, saving Gu Sheng quite a bit of time.
"Qingshan!"
After instructing his clansmen to collect the bodies of the Wang Brothers and the other dead bandits, Gu Sheng turned