Chu Xisheng's expression was melancholic as he let out a bitter chuckle.
His mind wandered back to Iron Madman's voice and laughter, as if from another lifetime.
Chu Xisheng still harbored a sense of confusion and doubt, as if it were all a dream.
He couldn't believe that Iron Madman had just departed from this world.
Just one month ago, they had been drinking and laughing together, discussing the past and present, offering insights on the world.
Chu Xisheng dearly wished that Iron Madman were still alive.
As long as Uncle Kuang was around, someone would have his back against the West Mountain Hall and he could peacefully secure the resources for cultivation through the small canal in West Mountain Town.
Now, maintaining the Iron Banner Gang and seeking revenge were the only things he could do for Iron Madman.
Chu Xisheng sighed softly before asking with the last glimmer of hope, "Uncle Tie, do you think there's any chance that Uncle Kuang is still alive?"
