Chapter Five: The Fox’s Gratitude

Stone Fei heard the eagle’s cry. Looking up, he saw the massive form of the eagle already before him.

With a bang, he fired a shot at the eagle.

Then, with another bang, he fired at the strange man.

The stranger, holding a gleaming golden sword, had already reached Stone Fei as he turned back.

The sword was just inches from piercing Stone Fei’s chest.

He came swiftly, but he was no match for the bullet’s speed.

Without a gun, how could one become a martial arts master?

The stranger only heard a sound, then felt a sudden warmth in his chest as his blood spilled out, weakening his strength. His sword swung off course, missing Stone Fei.

“You…” he saw his son, who had also been shot, let out a mournful cry before collapsing to the ground.

He glanced at Qingqing lying motionless nearby and at the curved knife in her hand.

That knife was exactly the one he had been searching for.

And the only one preventing him from obtaining it was the man before him.

He then gathered his inner energy to seal his chest wound. With a flick, the golden sword whistled through the air, slashing toward Stone Fei.

Had it landed, Stone Fei would have been gutted.

But once more, a gunshot rang out, and the sword stopped mid-air.

The stranger’s head had been shot.

One could still move with a chest wound, but never with a bullet through the head.

With a clang, he fell to the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the round moon in the sky.

The moonlight was beautiful, yet desolate.

Stone Fei looked at him and sighed, “I told you to leave, but you wouldn’t.”

“Are you alright? For a fox, you’re pretty tough!” Stone Fei turned to look at Qingqing lying on the ground.

Qingqing had just fallen from a great height and was only now recovering.

She smiled and said, “You saved me!”

Stone Fei replied, “He disturbed my sleep, so he deserved to die. I didn’t save you.”

Qingqing said, “But I can tell you didn’t really want to kill him.”

Stone Fei said, “Though he was evil, I don’t want to kill. Killing isn’t meaningful, especially killing in a dream!”

Killing in a dream—he was no Cao Cao.

“Dream?”

“Isn’t life itself a dream?”

Sometimes it’s hard to tell whether one is awake or still dreaming.

Qingqing nodded, “Indeed.”

She pointed to the rock above and said, “Life is like a dream, but even in dreams, there are many sorrows and worries.”

“There is a herb there, called the Forget-Worry Grass. Just one leaf can make you forget all the world’s troubles.”

“That’s why he came!”

“He” referred to the golden-haired old man.

“And” meant she came for the herb as well.

“Only a fool has no worries,” Stone Fei said, “That herb turns you into a fool.”

“That’s not wrong,” Qingqing slowly stood up and said, “You saved me. I must repay you!”

Stone Fei shook his head, “Repay? I don’t need it.”

What meaning did repayment have in a dream?

Once awake, all was gone!

Besides, it wouldn’t reduce his mistakes.

He added, “If you really want to repay me, just don’t disturb my sleep.”

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