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

However, the strong uneasiness in his heart still lingered. Qin Cang subconsciously tightened his grip on the black-clad man's wrist, suppressing his inner anxiety and whispering, "Can you tell me who else is behind all this?"

Qin Cang's heart felt as if it were being slashed by a sharp blade. Every word was like a blow, deeply embedded in his heart. His body trembled slightly, and although he tried to remain calm, the turmoil in his heart could not be calmed. The words of the man in black were like a fog, leaving him unsure how to face the situation.

Liu San's injustice, the wrong he once vowed to right, now seemed like a bottomless abyss, and every step forward only made him sink deeper into it. Someone was manipulating all of this from behind, and he was like a puppet, at the mercy of others in this chess game.

"Xiao Hu." Qin Cang's voice was a little hoarse, as if he was suffocating under the pressure of heavy emotions.

Xiao Hu stood aside, staring at the man in black, his eyes filled with anxiety and doubt. "Brother, do you think what he said is true?"

Qin Cang didn't answer immediately. His gaze was deep, as if he could see through everything before him, seeing the haze that enveloped his heart. His heart was still filled with complex emotions, including doubt, pain, and an indescribable confusion.

"I don't know." Qin Cang said in a low voice, his tone heavy, "But I can feel that he is not lying."

Xiao Hu was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Qin Cang to say that. For years, he had always considered Qin Cang a firm believer, someone who would never waver. But now, a hint of uncertainty lingered in his elder brother's tone.

"How could you believe an unknown person? Maybe he just said those words to scare us!" Xiaohu was a little anxious, with anxiety and uneasiness in his eyes.

Qin Cang's brows furrowed, a subtle trace of pain flashing across his eyes. He didn't answer Xiao Hu's question, but turned and walked towards the distant woods. His steps were heavy, as if each step was weighed down by the burden in his heart. Seeing this, Xiao Hu followed closely, almost instinctively catching up.

"Xiao Hu, you don't understand." Qin Cang whispered.

"I don't understand?" Xiaohu frowned, his tone tinged with anger. "Brother, what do you mean by that? What's wrong with you? You're not the type to waver. Why are you suddenly..."

Qin Cang's steps suddenly stopped, and he turned around, his eyes flashing with a complex emotion. That emotion was like a huge whirlpool, as if it was about to swallow him completely.

"You know what?" Qin Cang's voice became low and suppressed. "I have always told myself that everything will have an answer. Liu San's injustice will one day be justified, and the person behind this will eventually reveal his true face. But...but now, I am beginning to doubt it."

He took a deep breath and continued, "Perhaps the truth is not what we think at all. What you can't see is the most terrifying."

Xiao Hu was shocked when he heard this. Qin Cang's words were like a bucket of cold water poured down on him, making his already growing anxiety even worse. Qin Cang's change made him uneasy and a little panicked. He knew that his eldest brother seemed to have reached an extremely dangerous place, and from this place, there might be no turning back.

"Xiao Hu," Qin Cang's voice was low and powerful, "You may not understand, but I understand one thing now. We have gone too deep. Many things are no longer under our control."

Xiaohu was stunned. The elder brother before him seemed like a completely different person. His usual resolute, fearless demeanor seemed to vanish completely. In its place was a deep sense of fatigue, as if he was burdened with too much and could no longer bear it.

"No, Qin Cang! How can you say that?" Xiao Hu's voice was filled with obvious anger and confusion. "You are my big brother, and we have always been together. How can you give up? You can't be so easily swayed by such words!"

"I haven't given up." Qin Cang looked at him coldly, his eyes filled with determination. "I just... I just began to realize that we have indeed fallen too deep. Perhaps there are some things that we cannot change."

"Xiao Hu." Qin Cang sighed, his tone softening. "You're right. I've always thought of myself as the one who can control everything. But now I realize that I'm just struggling in a trap set by others. You know what? I'm starting to doubt Liu San's injustice. Is it really an injustice?"

These words cut through Xiaohu's heart like a sharp knife. He stared at Qin Cang in shock, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment. This elder brother he had always revered, this fearless and unwavering man in his heart, was actually beginning to waver and doubt the goals he had once fought for.

"What do you mean?" Xiao Hu asked, almost gritting his teeth. "What exactly do you mean by these words? What exactly do you want to do?"

Qin Cang didn't answer immediately, but instead gave Xiaohu a deep look. A flash of pain flashed across his eyes, but it was quickly covered by a layer of indifference. He felt a sharp pain in his heart, a pain that came from his guilt towards Xiaohu and his fear of the future.

"You don't understand." Qin Cang whispered, "I've begun to suspect that all of this may be part of a larger conspiracy. Perhaps we've been plotted against from the very beginning."

"Xiaohu, today you are no longer the fearless person, and I am no longer the big brother you can rely on in your eyes." Qin Cang's voice became resolute, as if an irreversible rift had quietly emerged between him and Xiaohu.

Xiaohu's heart sank. His elder brother seemed to have become a stranger to him. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words froze in his throat. The uneasiness weighed on him like a huge rock, almost suffocating him.

"You don't understand," Qin Cang said slowly, a cold glint in his eyes. "Perhaps you don't understand it now, but sooner or later you will understand that the truth is sometimes more terrifying than we imagine. Each of us will ultimately have to pay the price for our own decisions."

Xiaohu's eyes widened slightly, and shock and anger surged in his heart like a tide. He wanted to refute, wanted to return to that relationship of trust and dependence, but the words were choked in his throat and he couldn't say anything.

Qin Cang turned and walked forward. His steps were slow and firm, but behind his determined back was a hint of heartbreaking loneliness. He knew that once he took this step, there would be no going back between him and Xiaohu.