Zhao Ming, Liang, and Wick had been traveling together for months now, their adventures taking them to every corner of the meng hong continent. They had faced countless dangers and overcome countless obstacles, and through it all, their bond had only grown stronger.
But there was still much that Zhao Ming didn't know about his companions. Wick, in particular, remained a mystery to him. He was a man of few words, preferring to keep his thoughts to himself. Whenever Zhao Ming tried to ask him about his past or his motivations, he would just give him a cryptic smile and change the subject.
It wasn't until they reached a small village on the edge of the meng hong continent that Wick finally opened up to them.
The village was a peaceful place, nestled at the foot of a mountain range. The villagers were friendly and welcoming, eager to hear the stories that the three travelers had to tell.
It was during one of these storytelling sessions that Wick finally spoke up. "I was born in a place like this," he said, his voice low and gravelly. "A small village, hidden away from the rest of the world."
Zhao Ming and Liang exchanged a surprised look. They had always assumed that Wick was a rough warrior, with no ties to anyone or anything.
"It was a good life," Wick continued, his eyes distant. "Simple, but good. My parents were farmers, and I helped them tend the crops. I had a sister, too - younger than me, but so full of life."
He trailed off, lost in thought. Zhao Ming and Liang waited patiently, listing that there was more to the story.
"But then one day, a disaster descended upon our small village, Wick said, his voice growing hoarse. "A group of cultivators came to our village, looking for something. We didn't know what it was at the time, but it must have been important because they were willing to do anything to get it."
Wick's fists clenched, his eyes darkening with anger. "They killed my parents. They took my sister. I tried to fight back, but I was just a kid. I was no match for them."
Zhao Ming and Liang were silent, sensing the pain and anger in Wick's words.
"I vowed that day that I would get revenge," Wick said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I trained for years, honing my skills as a cultivator. I tracked down the people who had destroyed my life, and I killed them. All of them."
There was a heavy silence in the room as Wick finished speaking. Zhao Ming and Liang looked at him with newfound respect and understanding.
"I'm sorry for your loss," Zhao Ming said quietly. "But what now? What do you do now that you've achieved your revenge?"
Wick shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "I've been wandering ever since. Looking for something, I suppose. Something to give my life meaning."
There was a moment of silence as the three of them contemplated Wick's words. Then Liang spoke up, grinning. "Well, you're in luck because we're just getting started. There's a whole world out there waiting for us to explore."
And with that, they set out once again, the sun rising on a new day full of possibilities.