"Heard the news?"
"What news?"
"You don't know?"
"Know what? Just say it."
"You don't know such a big thing?"
"You bastard... where's my knife!"
"Eh, stop, stop, I thought you knew."
Underneath a densely shaded old tree in the mountains, a tent made of oiled cloth sheltered a tea stand, where more than a hundred cultivators from various regions gathered. Most of these cultivators appeared travel-worn and exhausted, many bearing injuries. Clearly, they had been on the move for days and had experienced bloody battles. Yet, despite their weary faces, their eyes were bright and clear, revealing a sense of uplifted vigor and spirit.
