The boy stood motionless. When he saw the scene in front of him, he looked at the corpse of Uncle Jiang lying on the ground, and the several dead wolves by his side.
Tears flowed from the eyes of the little boy and he fell to his knees, crying.
This wasn't the first time Lin Tian had seen someone die, and it wasn't the first time he had seen someone being killed, but it was the first time someone close to him had died.
Lin Tian's mother died giving birth to him, and his father hated him for that. He never looked at him again, so he left him with Grandpa and Grandma Lu, who took care of him. Uncle Jiang was a father figure to him. His real father was killed by a bear while he was hunting, but he did not grieve over his death because he was not close to him.
Uncle Jiang taught him martial arts and taught him patience, calmness, and not to be hasty.
Although Uncle Jiang did not tell him about the poison, Uncle Jiang was always coughing when he was alone. He even heard Grandma Lu talking to him about the poison in his body, and later said he found a cure. But given the way these wolves died, they must have been affected by the poison inside Uncle Jiang's body. It seemed like the poison was not an ordinary one.
Lin Tian wiped away his tears, looked in the direction the wolves had come from, and at the sight of Uncle Jiang, tried as hard as he could to carve this scene into his head.
The boy grabbed Uncle Jiang's sword and the bag he had with him and then left with heavy footsteps.
It was already morning and two shining suns could be seen in the sky.
Lin Tian did not return to the village as any boy of his age would have done after what had happened, but continued on his way, heading towards High Cloud City.
He did not have anything to ride, so he had to complete the rest of the road on foot. This did not frustrate him but pushed him forward.
Lin Tian learned hunting from Uncle Jiang, so he had no problem with food. Many people passed by him, but all he could see were looks of contempt from them. That was what made him angry.
But he soon got used to it as he remembered Uncle Jiang's saying that in the world they were in called the Rising Dragon Continent, the only thing that could earn people's respect was strength.
So that was always Lin Tian's goal, to be strong, so no one would dare to look down on him for being an orphan or poor. Now he wants to be strong to protect himself and the people close to him.
While Lin Tian was thinking about how long it would take him to reach the High Cloud City, three black-robed horses passed by him. When he saw them, his heart skipped a beat as he said to himself with a look of hatred that flashed through his eyes, "It's them."
As if one of them sensed this, he stopped and turned to look at him while laughing. "What is a little boy like you doing here alone, hehehehehe."
Lin Tian tried with all he could to hide his hatred and said in a low voice, "I got separated from my parents by the wolves."
The black-robed man directed his horse to circle the boy and said with a look of interest, "Oh, you have been in the forest?"