Pursuit of the Truth

This night was very different to Su Ming. Besides the two people sharing a table with him, most of the people from Han Mountain City who came to the inn were familiar with each other. Once they introduced themselves, the people in the inn no longer talked about Freezing Sky Clan. Instead, these dejected men drank with each other and laughed drunkenly.

To them, Su Ming was clearly someone who recently came to Han Mountain City to see whether he could join Freezing Sky Clan and was rejected. He was the same as them. There was nothing different between them.

Even if the man called Su Ming was a man of few words, there was always a smile on his face. When he drank, he also downed his wine boldly. Gradually, the people gathered in the inn that night accepted Su Ming as one of them.

When midnight arrived, the two men in blue robes appeared in the inn once again. They sat on the table by Su Ming’s side and joined in their discussions. Sometimes, when the man called Yun looked at Su Ming, there would be deep respect hidden in his eyes. His companion also appeared on edge. He was very reserved. However, once he had enough alcohol in his system, he gradually started getting louder.

The night passed by without everyone’s knowledge. When daylight arrived, the people in the inn slowly fell silent.

”It’s the final day…”

The old man picked up his empty wine pot and a melancholic look appeared on his face.

”This is the third time I came to Han Mountain City, but I had no luck with Freezing Sky Clan in all three… I don’t even know whether there will be a fourth time. Perhaps… there won’t be.”

The old man laughed bitterly.

”It’s day. The envoys will leave today. I won’t drop by at night anymore. If we are fated to see each other again, perhaps we will,” the man said in a carefree manner, but as he spoke, he sighed.

”It’s a pity that right up till the end, we never saw Sir Yun Zang appearing, neither did we see the mysterious Mo Su. No one had ever seen his true appearance either, we only know from rumors that he has great power. But pity… he never appeared.

There were a dozen people who had been drinking beside Su Ming over the night. When the silence was broken, they started discussing amongst themselves. The man in blue robes named Yun lowered his head. When he heard others talking about Yun Zang, he let out a soft sigh.

His companion hesitated for a moment before he looked towards him.

”What I look forward to the most is the Lord Divine General…”

”That’s right, if the Lord Divine General comes back, then we can let Freezing Sky Clan know that there’s also a prodigy among the outsiders in Han Mountain City. I can still remember everything that happened when the Lord Divine General was up against Puqiang Tribe. Every single time I recall it, I’ll feel my blood boiling in excitement… But it’s a pity he didn’t come back.”

”Lord Divine General, where are you…”

The man sitting across Su Ming let out a loud shout which was immediately followed by laughter. He was clearly drunk.

Perhaps alcohol was not the source of a person getting drunk, but only when a person wanted to would he get drunk.

”Lord Divine General, where are you?!”

The old man also shouted while laughing loudly. After such a second call, the other people in the inn started laughing. There was a note of helpless in their laughter, along with anticipation, but most of all, they were venting off their frustrations towards Freezing Sky Clan. They wanted to see someone who could enter Freezing Sky Clan, even if that person was not themselves.

They wanted to let Freezing Sky Clan know that there was also a prodigy among the outsiders in Han Mountain City!

”Lord Divine General, where are you?!”

”Lord Divine General, where are you?!”

These roars came from within the inn. Under the morning’s sunlight, a dozen men shouted at the same time. It was a roar that was given birth after days of feeling depressed. Those sounds traveled out of the inn and into the inns around the area.

Gradually, in another inn located not too far away, the same words tumbled out of the people who were drowning out their frustrations over there, as if they were echoing the same words.

”Lord Divine General, where are you?!”

When the same words traveled out from the second inn, gradually, these words were transmitted from one place to another, rising and falling like a giant wave on the day the envoys from Freezing Sky Clan would leave. No matter which place the words traveled to, they would immediately be echoed.