After saying that, Du E turned around and headed off into the distance, disappearing into the boundless night.
The heavy rain had already turned into a fine drizzle, pitter-pattering down. People say spring rain is as precious as oil, but in this endless drizzle, there didn't seem to be anything precious about it at all.
Ling Zhenfei, Sun Wei, and Zhang Zhenlin sat down together again.
Sun Wei said, "I really didn't expect that among the Four Young Masters, not all of them are those arrogant, condescending types who look down on everyone."
Ling Zhenfei said, "Actually that's all just our own illusion. You get this kind of illusion with anyone you don't know."
Sun Wei said, "I don't buy that. People with a name are born proud."
Ling Zhenfei said, "That has nothing to do with us anyway. Better get some proper rest. Who knows what might happen tomorrow."
Ling Zhenfei and the others tidied up a bit, then sat down to start cultivation and recover.
