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"By the way, Mr. Zongcilang, where did Mr. Kubo and Mr. Tufang go? I didn't see either of them come eat just now."
After finishing his meal, Loxi asked Zongcilang.
"Just call me Zongcilang. Having you add 'Mr.' feels really awkward, especially since I'm only fifteen." Zongcilang finished speaking, then looked up at the sky. "They went to buy seeds on the other side of the wall before dawn. It's time to start growing food, or we'll be eating nothing but wind once the supplies in the storeroom run out. But they should be back soon."
Loxi paused, puzzled. "The other side of the wall?"
"Yeah!"
Zongcilang nodded and pointed toward a distant area shrouded in thick fog. "Actually, if you cross that little hill, you'll see the wall surrounding the entire Goa Kingdom. So whenever we need to buy something, we have to cross the wall and go to a border town in the Goa Kingdom." He then pointed in the opposite direction and continued.
"Golber Mountain is over there. Beyond that mountain, there's a place called Foosha Village. It's much closer than the Goa Kingdom, but it's better to avoid going there if we can. There are several gangs of bandits holed up on Golber Mountain. Passing through there is bound to cause trouble."
Loxi nodded in understanding.
"By the way, where did your companion go? I haven't seen him since we finished eating."
Loxi shook his head. "I don't know, but I think Ina went to make preparations before leaving."
"Preparations before leaving? What kind of preparations?"
Zongcilang was taken aback, not sure what he meant.
Loxi smiled but didn't answer.
Just then, two people walked into the dojo carrying large bundles. The moment the boy saw Zongcilang, his face darkened. "You bastard, Zongcilang! You knew we were going into town to buy supplies today, and you still vanished before dawn!"
"I didn't vanish. I just accidentally rolled off the bed while I was sleeping."
"Then why didn't you hear me knocking on your door for ages?"
"I can never get up before dawn. Besides, it's only a little stuff. Mr. Tufang could easily carry it all himself, right?"
"Bastard, don't underestimate this stuff. It's enough food to feed the entire dojo for a year!"
"When did I ever underestimate our food? You're the only one I look down on, Tufang!"
"..."
Kubo Yamato smiled as he ignored his two disciples' usual "conversation." He walked straight into the courtyard and asked Loxi, "How are you feeling?"
Loxi bowed to Kubo Yamato. "Thank you for looking after me. I'm fine now."
"Where did that boy go?"
Kubo Yamato glanced around. Not seeing Bai Ina anywhere, he turned to Loxi and asked.
"I don't know either, but he should be back before noon!"
At the same time, Bai Ina was surrounded by a group of ragged men in the middle of a run-down residential area.
Bai Ina held a tattered bundle and stared coldly at the men around him. Looking through the opening, one could see gold and silver jewelry, pearls, and other valuables inside. Several headless corpses lay at Bai Ina's feet.
"Where the hell did this brat come from? How can he be so strong?"
"And he doesn't know any rules! He just kills people and steals their stuff!"
"Everyone, get him! Kill him and split the loot!"
"Damn it, my little brother had just picked up a pearl necklace when this bastard killed him."
"..."
The men surrounding Bai Ina spoke with righteous indignation, but their eyes were fixed greedily on the bundle in his hands.
As long as they seized it, they could leave this filthy garbage dump and move to a border town in the Goa Kingdom, or even Central Street. Every resident of Terminal Gray dreamed of getting out of there. No one wanted to live in a garbage dump full of poisonous miasma and littered with debris.
At the sight of them, Bai Ina's expression turned even colder. He held his longsword straight out in front of him. Without a word, he lunged forward the very next second.
He reached one man almost instantly and ran his sword straight through the man's heart. Blood sprayed into the air.
The sudden sight shocked everyone. After all, everyone who lived here was a vicious, murderous criminal who had seen blood.
They'd seen people kill at the slightest provocation. But damn it, they'd never even heard of someone who didn't say a word and just went straight for the kill with a sword.
Bai Ina didn't care how shocked they were. He didn't slow down for a moment. With a swing of his sword, he leaped into the air, facing the stunned crowd on every side. A murderous aura flared around him.
His sword stained with blood, Bai Ina charged through the crowd like a furious dragon, carving a vivid wave of blood through their ranks as he pressed on. He showed no mercy and didn't care if any of them were innocent. Anyone who stood in his way was an enemy!
Limitless savagery and murderous intent spread across the entire battlefield without warning.
Heads soared into the air, one after another. Severed arms spun through the sky, some still clutching weapons.
The fingers on the severed hands gripping their swords bulged with veins. The warmth had barely left their bodies, yet their lives were already gone.
Bai Ina trampled over the fresh corpses littering the ground. His clothes were red with blood, as if he'd just bathed in it, and he kept charging forward, one fierce step at a time!
Anyone who appeared in Bai Ina's sight, good or bad, met the same fate: death!!!
Those who fought back, killed!
Those who fled, killed!
Those who knelt and begged for mercy, killed!
Kill, kill, kill, kill...
These wicked street thugs couldn't stand against his merciless attacks. Faced with the boundless sharpness and relentless strikes of the longsword in his hands, not one of them could last a single exchange!
Bai Ina said nothing. Head down, he charged and slaughtered...
The blood gathered into streams. Under the sunlight, it shone with an eerie crimson glow, and the sky seemed to turn red in its reflection.
The pungent stench of blood seemed to drive the miasma out of the garbage-strewn ground...
That day, every resident of Terminal Gray remembered the figure charging through a stream made of blood.
He might have looked like a little kid...
But in truth, he was a cruel and bloodthirsty... Asura, who could draw his sword and kill without saying a word!!!
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