Liang Yuan laughed, "We will be awaiting you then."
"We're off. Goodbye, brother."
"Goodbye, Brother Meng."
Both sides parted ways.
In the torrential rain, Liang Yuan waved and watched the people from Martial King Pavilion gradually disappear into the bamboo forest, smiling involuntarily.
Ding Yan beside him said, "I didn't expect the people from Martial King Pavilion to be so easy to get along with, much better than that group from Phoenix Temple led by Tu Long."
Zhao Kai also sighed, "The philosophies for managing shelters are different on both sides. Tu Long and his group are more like bandits. Tu Long is the boss, and that old Hong Fu is his advisor."
"Indeed, Wu Meng and his group seem to genuinely bond through camaraderie. Wu Meng is respected by everyone, and all the superpower users seem to approach problems from the shelter's standpoint."
"Wu Meng has a higher perspective," Yang Shenmin echoed.
