Chapter 60 Reinforcements: Young Huo

Guan Wen. Gao Xiang also turned around and said, perhaps you should share the materials passed down by those eminent monks. The more minds involved, the greater the power—others might be inspired and propose new ideas, don’t you think?

Gao Xiang’s expression was utterly sincere, showing not the slightest resentment over Guan Wen having taken the precious bell.

Those materials are all illusions; everyone interprets them differently. If I were to relay them, they’d inevitably be tinted by my own subjective consciousness, affecting everyone. His brow furrowed slightly as he spoke in a low voice, “Sister Gu, reliable sources say someone from the Tang Clan has rushed to Shigatse again.”

Is it... Tang Jue? Gu Qingcheng leaned forward, her face darkening.

Right on target, right on target. Xiao Huo laughed again.

Gu Qingcheng sighed softly, “I knew it, I knew it… With Tang Guang dead and the Tang Clan enraged, if no one else comes, Tang Jue would arrive at once.”

In the martial world, it’s said Tang Jue is the youngest, most handsome, yet also the sharpest and most fearsome among the Eight Tiger Generals. He always regarded Tang Guang as his idol—I'm afraid this time there will be trouble, Xiao Huo said.

Gu Qingcheng clapped lightly, “Tang Jue is indeed troublesome, but this time we’re entangled with the myriad branches of the Azure Dragon Society. Whoever we run into will be a major headache. Fortunately, bounty hunters never fear trouble, for we are born to solve it for others.”

Xiao Huo glanced at Gu Qingcheng through the rearview mirror, genuine admiration shining in his eyes.

“Stop up ahead, I’d like to walk back,” Gu Qingcheng said.

Obediently, Xiao Huo pulled over. Gu Qingcheng opened the door, raised her collar, and began walking slowly forward.

“Brother, I’ll get out too—see you later at the guesthouse.” Guan Wen greeted Xiao Huo, jumping out from the other side.

The car drove off, leaving them undisturbed, surrounded only by unfamiliar, unrelated passersby.

“Sometimes I feel utterly lost, not knowing why I live. For money? My Swiss bank account holds a sum that could squandered by three generations. For fame? Since I began, none who fell to my gun were nameless ghosts—over eighty percent of my missions ended with a single decisive strike, and the remaining twenty percent, though fraught with complications, never disappointed a client… I came to Tibet to challenge myself, to deliver a declaration of war to the greatest secret organization in the martial world: the Azure Dragon Society. A blade left unsharpened will rust; the leaders of the Azure Dragon Society are the whetstones I chose. But now—here, now, in this moment, Guan Wen—I’m lost again. If I am a blade, what does it matter if I shine, if I am sharp? Is it to destroy the Azure Dragon Society, or to be destroyed by them?” Gu Qingcheng tightened her collar, stopped, and gazed toward the Tashilhunpo Monastery.

“You’re overthinking it,” Guan Wen replied.

“Hm?” Gu Qingcheng was puzzled.

Learning and not understanding—everyone is heading toward Tashilhunpo Monastery. That is the only direction for those who come to Shigatse in Tibet.

“Congratulations,” Guan Wen said, sincerely.

He didn’t know when it happened, but a subtle trust had formed between him and Gu Qingcheng, something deeper than friendship. In his pocket, he still carried the pistol she’d given him; though he hadn’t needed it, it continued to fill him with confidence.

“Thank you,” Gu Qingcheng said.

They smiled at each other and walked on, side by side.