Above the mountain were a bright moon, clear breeze, a lovely night, and beautiful women; below it were a colossal city's lanterns, song and dance, and mellow wine.
Clad in green, carrying a faint sea breeze with him, he arrived atop the great mountain. He looked around, his gaze wandering. After a brief search, he found Zheng Dafeng's familiar aura, casually broke through layer upon layer of restrictions, and arrived by the railings of the tall pavilion.
Zheng Dafeng raised his hand and gave him a resounding high-five, overjoyed as he exclaimed, "You got here so quickly!"
It was only shortly after the first watch, not yet the second. That meant "today" had not yet passed, yet Chen Ping'an had already endured it, borne that Heavenly Punishment. His tomorrow and his great Dao would possess limitless possibilities.
After releasing his hand, Chen Ping'an apologized to the mountain goddess, whose face was filled with astonishment. "Yin Mountain Lord, forgive my uninvited visit and the disturbance it has caused."
Then he turned and gave Zheng Dafeng a rough explanation. "I did not get through this safely by relying solely on myself. I do not have that ability."
Zheng Dafeng waved a hand. "I don't care who or what you relied on, whether you hid or fled. All I care about is bringing you back to Luopo Mountain whole and sound, so I can give my nephew's wife an explanation."
Yin Ni frowned tightly and asked, "You are Chen Ping'an?"
Why did he possess none of a Daoist's aura?
Chen Ping'an smiled. "I am the Great Li National Teacher who killed Yin Ji and Yin Miao, father and son."
The moment Zheng Dafeng recalled Chen Ping'an's famous habit of "cherishing flowers and pitying jade," he became somewhat concerned for Yin Ni's situation.
Earlier,