At Luopo Mountain's Jise Peak, a lazy fellow threw on his clothes and rose. Familiar with the routine, he plucked a toothpick from the bamboo tube on the table, held it in his mouth, and stepped outside. The sky blazed brilliantly; the great sun had already risen bright and high.
People were already waiting in the courtyard. Besides Zheng Dafeng and Wen Zixi, who taught boxing at Tiaoyu Mountain, there was the young Daoist with a wooden hairpin and the solemn green-robed young boy. All of them were waiting for Zhong Qian.
Zhong Qian swept his gaze across their faces, then moved first, leading the way at the very front. This Golden Body Realm martial man carried a singular, silent bearing about him, summed up in four words: Follow Big Brother!
Wen Zixi and the rest of these meal companions silently followed their leader, whose momentum was strong, steps steady, and state of mind even better, charging toward the old cook. Today, they were determined to eat and drink their fill, leaving not a single soldier or general behind in the bowls and dishes!
Since they had joined Luopo Mountain, their three daily meals had always been covered. But the reason Zhong Qian was so highly respected was that, through his own abilities, he had won everyone an extra late-night meal every day.
The group kept growing. Little Millet and the white-haired boy, having just finished their mountain patrol, tagged along at the tail end, while Nuan Shu, who rose at dawn every day to sweep the courtyards, had also finished her work and headed toward them.
Chen Lingjun asked quietly, "Genealogy Officer, those blinding sword lights from earlier went to Sword Worship Terrace. What exactly was that about? Tell me about it. If they're formidable figures, I can go