This was a rather head-scratching surprise. Whether they came or not, they would have something to report when they went back, yet they had been given an uncertain answer. That was not what had been required when they set out.
As the two descended the mountain, both wore deeply furrowed brows, unsure what to do. He Wudi muttered, "We might as well not have come."
Lin Sandao nodded, then shook his head. "Being able to come is naturally the best outcome."
He Wudi said, "It is not just him who is uncertain; even Qingzhu Garden's side is uncertain now. What are we supposed to do... After all, he would soon be heading out with Master Mo for training. Leaving such a hidden danger in Guyang City truly set him ill at ease.
The three old men sat together, and once the floodgates of conversation opened, they began with the day Mister Zhao had run away from home and continued until the time all three of their parents had passed away. The three embraced one another and wept bitterly again.
Once the danger in the trees had been cleared, they easily crossed the wetlands using the grappling hook skill and arrived at the place where the second-stage boss was located.
After receiving Zhao Yun's affirmative reply, Zhao Wuji began to ponder. This whole string of events seemed to be connected to Qian Fugui. Could this Qian Fugui be one of the "Blood Palms"? Then who was he? The middle finger? The thumb? Or... Just as he was lost in thought, a call came in.
The three instructors all lavished praise on Zhang Xingxing without holding anything back. At last, Chen Lulu raised the microphone.
When Zhang Qiang lowered the binoculars in his hands, the cannon fire of the fifteen Huaxia warships