Toward evening, Guo Jing and Huang Rong returned together to the place where everyone had gathered.
The two of them profusely thanked Wang Ming once more, annoying him to no end. Since it was already getting late, he suggested that they return to the Siguo Cliff cave where they had rested the previous night to sleep for the night, and descend the mountain to begin their journey back the next day.
Naturally, the others had no objections. It was almost dark, and Mount Hua had since ancient times been renowned for its sheer precipices; descending in pitch-black darkness would indeed be quite a challenge.
At night, nobody had any inclination to chat. Primarily, the battle that day had been too intense, and everyone's stamina had yet to recover; who was in the mood to idle away in small talk?
Early the next morning,
"Mochou! You do not need to follow me back to Jueqing Valley on this trip; go to Lu Family Manor in Jiangnan instead!" Wang Ming said to Li Mochou alone.
"Master! I swore an oath that until the time comes, I will never seek them out for revenge," Li Mochou said, her expression somewhat unnatural.
Actually, she wanted to pull Wang Ming along with her, feeling that she might still not be a match for that monk from Tianlong Temple.
"Lu Zhanyuan is on the verge of dying from illness; go take a look at him!" Wang Ming said.
Hearing this, Li Mochou's eyes instantly widened, looking utterly shocked.
"Impossible, impossible; in my memories, he showed no signs of any serious illness." Li Mochou was still somewhat unwilling to believe this fact.
In truth, Li Mochou did not hate Lu Zhanyuan as much as she had imagined. As long as Lu Zhanyuan humbled himself even a little,