Deep within the Green Sun Mountain Range, three people stood quietly at the foot of the mountain, waiting.
Soon, the clouds above dispersed, revealing a massive white stone archway with the fierce and dazzling word "Martial" carved on the lintel.
Two figures flew out from within; they were Shen Zhixia and Ling Ningzhi.
"Brother!"
"Mr. Chen!"
Seeing Chen Mo standing there safely, the two finally breathed a sigh of relief. Their suppressed emotions surged up like swallows returning to the forest, throwing themselves into his arms.
"Brother, are you alright? You almost scared us to death." Shen Zhixia bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. "If I had known the Sword Washing Pool was so dangerous, I wouldn't have let you go in no matter what."
Ling Ningzhi looked at him with concern, "Mr. Chen, are you okay?"
