During these days together, Feng Buping had long known that Lu Chen and Huang Rong were anything but ordinary—their bizarre clothing when they first met, the strange and inexplicable way they had appeared in the snowy depths of the mountains, and their extraordinary martial arts despite their young age...
Feng Buping had not investigated, nor had he dwelled on it. He simply regarded meeting the two of them as a chance encounter.
Yes, a chance encounter.
Rong'er's sweetness and loveliness had fulfilled the fantasies of children that this man, lonely for half his life, had once harbored.
And Lu Chen had helped bring the Gale Fast Sword, into which he had poured half a lifetime of effort, to a brand-new height that he could never have reached in all his days.
If that was not a chance encounter, then what was?
Sadly, chance encounters could never last forever.
Nor could two youngsters in the bloom of youth keep three old fellows company in the mountains forever.
With the chance encounter at an end and parting imminent, all Feng Buping could do was offer them some traveling money and say:
"Be careful on the road."
"Thank you, Uncle Feng. We'll be careful."
Lu Chen did not stand on ceremony and accepted Feng Buping's gift—they happened to be penniless anyway.
Rong'er also chirped out her thanks, then bid farewell to Cheng Buyou and Cong Buqi.
"Go to the bandit stronghold and lead out two more horses," Feng Buping said.
Lu Chen smiled and shook his head.
"It's already dark, the snow on the road is deep, and we don't know the terrain. Riding hard might run the horses into the ground. It'd be more convenient to travel by Movement Technique."
Feng Buping smiled as well. "True enough."
"Then we'll be off!"
Lu