His friends crowded around him, sighed and said: "Next time we encounter bandits, if they lack good judgment and don't recognize your face, we'll surely die."
Wang Xuan's face darkened, and he said, "My father has passed away, I must return to arrange his burial, not to mention my sisters are still missing. I have to go back to Luoyang."
"And now there's another reason," he raised the book in his hand and said: "I must seek Zhao Hanzhang, avenge my father, and recover lost lands."
"Whether for public duty or personal reasons, I must return to Luoyang."
His friends saw his resolve and sighed, no longer urging him.
Wang Xuan knew the journey was dangerous, so he did not ask his friends to accompany him. He said, "We are not far from Langya now, you might as well seek refuge with King Langya."
He said, "Central Plains is no longer safe, but there is Qingzhou atop Xuzhou as a barrier, temporarily unimpaired. However, there are also many bandits along the way, be careful."
