Bright Sword: Conquer the monk at the beginning and take down Zhou Weiguo

On both sides of the street stood ancient buildings, their walls mottled and the marks of time clearly visible. The air was filled with the scent of earth and vegetation, and Qin Cang couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if he could find some temporary peace on these ancient streets. People came and went around him, yet they seemed to be in another world, neither the laughter nor the clamor had anything to do with them.

"You said that you felt you never had a chance and would always live as a 'sinner' in the eyes of others." Qin Cang suddenly spoke, his tone low, "But I always feel that you are not what you think you are."

Liu San paused, a barely perceptible flicker of emotion in his eyes. He knew Qin Cang was right. He had never truly examined himself, at least not with the calmness he was now possessed. He had asked himself countless times why he had come to this point, why he had become the "sinner" he now hated. But today, Qin Cang's words seemed to spark a ray of light in his heart.

"Maybe." Liu San's voice was a little low, with a hint of self-mockery, "It's just that I don't know how to start."

Qin Cang stopped and looked back at him. There was no anger in Liu San's eyes, only the weariness that had been buried deep within him for years. His inner self seemed more complex than it appeared. The once resolute and fearless Liu San had become increasingly fragile, even afraid to face the darkness within himself.

"You will find your own way." Qin Cang said softly, with a firmness in his tone that could not be ignored.

Liu San was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, a very light laugh: "Maybe... but I'm not sure if I have a chance."

As night fell, the moon gradually rose higher in the sky. The thin clouds, shrouded by the moonlight, seemed like a veil, shrouding the earth. The lights lining the streets shone through the hazy night, casting a pale yellow glow on the ground. The air was filled with a coolness, fresh and slightly damp. Despite the night, the streets were still crowded with people, hurrying along, as if each had their own destination and didn't want to linger too long in the silent night.

Qin Cang and Liu San continued walking side by side on this familiar path, not exchanging a single word. Liu San's heart remained heavy, the unhealed wound still stirring deep within him. Every step he took seemed to take him further, yet also closer.

"Did you find out?" Qin Cang suddenly stopped and asked softly.

Liu San looked up with some confusion, looking at the surrounding streets, a hint of alertness in his eyes. "What did you find?"

Qin Cang frowned slightly and glanced around. There seemed to be a sense of unease in the air. His intuition told him that something was amiss in this place. His gaze involuntarily lingered on the corner at the end of the street, where several blurry figures lurked, their outlines looming under the dim streetlights, as if waiting for something.

"I think we're being targeted." Qin Cang's voice was low, with a hint of barely perceptible nervousness.

Liu San was slightly startled when he heard this. A faint flicker of fatigue flickered in his eyes. Although he hadn't completely let down his guard, at this moment, he felt a deep sense of exhaustion and confusion. He looked up at the unidentified figures, a gloomy look in his eyes.

"Is someone watching us?" Liu San asked, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "Are you too sensitive, Qin Cang?"

Qin Cang didn't answer, merely staring intently at the figures, his brow furrowing even deeper. He sensed an unusual atmosphere. Although the street remained seemingly tranquil, his intuition told him that he and Liu San might be being watched. It felt like his heart was being oppressed by some invisible force, growing heavier.

"We've been on this road for too long." Qin Cang said in a low voice, "I don't think it's a coincidence."

Liu San sneered, his eyes tinged with sarcasm. "Aren't they just a few people? Are they here to cause trouble?"

Qin Cang said nothing more, merely nodded slightly, his eyes calm and sharp. He knew Liu San had become somewhat numb, accustomed to such dangers. But he couldn't let any clues slip so easily. After all, the more seemingly calm a situation, the more likely it was to conceal an unknown storm.

After a moment of silence, Qin Cang suddenly turned around, grabbed Liu San's sleeve, and whispered, "Let's go. It's not safe here."

Liu San frowned, as if about to retort, but Qin Cang's eyes were cold and resolute, and the deep sense of vigilance in them made him hesitate. In the end, he said nothing, simply quickening his pace along with Qin Cang. The two of them crossed the street briskly, their steps making almost no sound, but the feeling of unease still lingered in his heart.

After walking for a while, Liu San's pace gradually slowed, his eyes still scanning the surroundings from time to time, but the uneasiness in his heart only grew. He knew that no matter how much he hated it, reality was always cruel. He was no longer the ignorant boy, but a man burdened with injustice and blood debt. Those people might not be simple.

"They are right behind us." Qin Cang suddenly whispered, "More and more people are following us."

Liu San's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a vague sense of threat suddenly overwhelmed him, almost suffocating him. The tension and uneasiness swelled in an instant. He turned around suddenly, but saw nothing. Those people seemed to have disappeared into the night, as if they had been swallowed up.

"What should I do?" Liu San's voice was low. He could feel the uneasiness in his heart, as if at this moment, he could not control anything.

Qin Cang's eyes flickered slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he whispered, "Let's go find a place to hide."

Without saying anything, he pulled Liu San forward. Their pace quickened, and with each step, Qin Cang's heart grew more nervous. He wasn't sure if these people were truly out to cause trouble, but his intuition was always right. Regardless, leaving this street was the wisest option.

The surrounding streets were still silent, but the air was filled with an indescribable sense of danger. Liu San's mood grew increasingly heavy. He couldn't help but glance back, still seeing no one, but the feeling of being watched grew stronger and stronger.

"What do you think they are doing this for?" Liu San couldn't help but ask in a low voice, his eyes full of confusion.

Qin Cang's eyes flickered slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "I don't know, but I'm sure they are not simple."