Mo Zhenxing had no idea how Wang Chong had talked him into following him through life and death.
While traveling the Great Grassland, he had actually considered challenging Yi Mofeng Dong Qing, to let the man know that only Wudang's Candle-Bearing Sword Technique was the genuine article, while the Fire-Burning Eyebrows Sword Technique was merely a fake. Yet he had never found an opportunity. After all, he only wanted to hone his martial skills, not seek death. Dong Qing routinely had hundreds of mounted bandits around him, and the man would not fight him one-on-one.
Now he was rather itching to try, though he also knew this was not the right moment.
Gan Ci enthusiastically reorganized the bandits. He was a mountain bandit himself and handled the task with practiced ease.
Dong Qing circulated his Qi briefly to settle his injuries, glanced at Gan Ci, and thought, This fellow is a bandit too. That reek of banditry rises straight to the heavens. He stood and said to Wang Chong, "May I ask what great undertaking you have in mind, my lord?"
"Are you planning to take advantage of the Heroes' Assembly to plunder the tribes while they're short of men?"
Wang Chong smiled. "I don't deal in such petty business."
Dong Qing was slightly taken aback and asked again, "Then are you planning to swallow up the strongest bands of mounted bandits on the Great Grassland, establish a tribe of your own, and proclaim yourself a great chieftain?"
Wang Chong shook his head.
Dong Qing asked again, "Or is Wudang plotting something? I must say this beforehand: I come from the Green Mountain Sect, and I absolutely will not take part in attacking it."
Gan Ci could not help saying, "My Brother Wang Chong only wants to return to the