"What do you mean, you have nowhere to go?"
Yang Qing turned to look at Mo Yang.
They had already felt that something was a little off about this man. They had intended to bring him down the mountain, then leave him to go his own way.
But judging by his attitude, who would have thought he wanted to travel with them?
Only, what gave him the right?
"I mean, I don't know why I'm here, and I don't remember why I came."
Mo Yang moved his hands rapidly. He had figured it out by now: these people were far from ordinary. Even if he signed a little faster, they could still understand him.
This was a rare opportunity. If he failed to explain himself clearly, they might simply leave him behind.
Who would he turn to then?
When it came to staying alive, Mo Yang knew exactly what he needed to do.
With such a wonderful opportunity right before his eyes, he could not let it slip away.
Perhaps by following these people, he could even find out where he had come from and where he was supposed to go.
"You don't know where you came from? Then what do you remember?"
This was the first time Yang Qing had encountered someone who appeared perfectly lucid yet claimed to remember nothing.
Was this a stalling tactic, or was it true?
"I... I only remember that my name is Mo Yang."
As for anything else, he truly remembered nothing.
"Mo Yang?" Yang Qing frowned.
They had never heard of anyone with the surname Mo in this land.
Now that someone with that surname had appeared, it could only mean one thing: this Mo clan was very likely a secluded clan, much like Wood's Hidden Clan.
If they had always lived