Two years later, Qin Ming unexpectedly ran into the long-armed man here. Startled, he had too many unanswered questions about what had happened back then.
Cui Hong gave him only a glance before throwing himself back into the fierce battle. He dared not let Old Elephant notice anything unusual about him, fearing it would cause trouble.
These mysterious, troublesome aberrants had already abducted Cui Chongyi for no apparent reason. If they took Cui Chonghe too, he would truly go mad.
In that brief instant, Qin Ming saw a string of emotions flash across Cui Hong's face: surprise, joy, guilt, and more.
Why did he look like that? Qin Ming wondered.
At the very end, the long-armed man's expression had been deeply conflicted, as though he were torn. That was hardly how someone should look at a reunion.
Qin Ming watched him. The heat and excitement of seeing the man who had saved his life gradually gave way to calm.
The road ahead was blocked, and the Old Traveling Merchant's party could go no farther. People grew frightened; a battle at that level was enough to shake anyone to the soul.
When Old Elephant roared, the mountains seemed to tremble with it. Its cry was so loud that everyone's ears rang, and they clapped their hands over them in pain.
To the right of the rugged path lay a boundless desert, black as the Abyss. To the left stretched an unbroken chain of steep, forbidding mountains.
Old Elephant's body was white as jade and shone with Heavenly Light. Both the blade-light slashed out by its trunk and the tusk blades fixed to its forelegs carried astonishing destructive force. Each time they struck the mountain wall beside the path, huge boulders came crashing down.
People suspected it could bore straight through the