Ch.2 Gaurdian's Resolve

The bustling streets of Changan City were alive with activity as Wang Xin took a leisurely stroll, his steps carrying him through the heart of the bustling marketplace. The air was thick with the scent of spices and the lively chatter of merchants hawking their wares.

Amidst the throng of people, Wang Xin's keen eyes caught sight of a familiar figure in the distance – Zhao Ming, surrounded by a group of seniors who seemed intent on causing him harm. Without hesitation, Wang Xin quickened his pace, his instincts urging him to intervene.

As he approached, Wang Xin's sharp gaze took in the scene before him – Zhao Ming, outnumbered and outmatched, struggling to defend himself against his assailants. With a steely resolve, Wang Xin stepped forward, his voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

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Wang Xin: "Stop!"

Senior Assailant: "And who do you think you are, interfering in our business?"

Wang Xin: "Someone who won't stand by and watch a outnumbered man get pummeled. Now leave before things escalate."

Senior Assailant: "This is none of your concern!"

Wang Xin: "It is now."

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With lightning speed, Wang Xin sprang into action, his movements fluid and precise as he executed a series of nerve attacks designed to incapacitate his adversaries. With each strike, he deftly neutralized their ability to fight back, leaving them writhing in pain on the ground.

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Wang Xin: "Are you hurt badly?"

Zhao Ming: *nods* "Thank you, I didn't expect your help."

Wang Xin: "It's the least I could do. Come, let's get you out of here."

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Wang Xin led Zhao Ming away from the chaos of the marketplace, guiding him towards the relative safety of his manor. As they walked, Wang Xin couldn't help but notice the extent of Zhao Ming's injuries, his heart tightening with concern.

Upon reaching the manor, Wang Xin wasted no time in tending to Zhao Ming's wounds, carefully applying bandages to his bruised wrists and chest. As he worked, Zhao Ming regarded him with a curious grin.

Zhao Ming: "You're pretty well-off, aren't you?"

Wang Xin: "That's none of your business."

Zhao Ming: "Just an observation."

Wang Xin: "Keep your observations to yourself for now."

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Zhao Ming: "Meanie."

Wang Xin: "Call it what you will."

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Zhao Ming pouted playfully, but wisely held his tongue as Wang Xin finished tending to his injuries. Once the task was complete, Wang Xin helped Zhao Ming settle onto a Kang(bed), his expression softened by a rare glimpse of concern.

As Zhao Ming drifted into a restless sleep, Wang Xin watched over him silently, his thoughts consumed by the enigmatic young man who had unwittingly stumbled into his life.

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As Wang Xin watched Zhao Ming sleep, a rare smile graced his lips, softened by the peaceful expression on his friend's face. But the smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared when Mingxuan, his Péngyǒumen(Friend), arrived.

Mingxuan's attention was immediately drawn to Zhao Ming's sleep-talking, and he couldn't help but ask,

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Mingxuan: "Who is he?"

Wang Xin: glances at Zhao Ming "Just someone in need of help. It's none of your concern."

Mingxuan: "You're still as guarded as ever. Anyway, I have something important to discuss with you."

Wang Xin: serious expression "What is it?"

Mingxuan: "It's about something... unusual. A ghost, or perhaps a spirit..."

Mingxuan hands Wang Xin a letter.

Mingxuan: "The details are in here. I'm in a rush for a meeting, so I'll explain later. Take care."

Wang Xin:"Very Well."

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With a final glance at Zhao Ming, Wang Xin left immediately, his thoughts consumed by Mingxuan's cryptic message and the sleeping figure he left behind.

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