Gan Mingfeng had not expected Xu Tingyun's eyes to be so sharp that he had spotted him amid the vast sea of people at the foot of the mountain. Mainly, he had not taken any precautions and had exposed his trail.
That night, after Meng Zhao and Gan Mingfeng finished dinner, they waited for the time to pass before planning to enter the mountain. Then someone knocked on the gate of the house they were staying in—bang, bang, bang—three knocks that took Gan Mingfeng by surprise as he meditated inside to regulate his breathing.
This place was now densely packed with people, most of them martial artists lingering here for the sake of some supposed opportunity. It was perfectly normal to run into acquaintances and make connections with one another.
However, he and Meng Zhao had come from Lingwu City and were neither locals nor closely tied to Yanzhou's martial world. Someone coming to find them now seemed somewhat improper. Could Meng Zhao's identity have been discovered?
At Meng Zhao's signal, Gan Mingfeng went into the courtyard to open the gate. When he saw Xu Tingyun at the front, along with three other burly men whose auras were deep and mighty, brimming with stern killing intent, doubts rose in his heart, yet he still put on a delighted expression.
"Brother Xu, it's actually you! I was just thinking that I knew neither the people nor the place here in Yanzhou, so who could possibly come looking for me? This truly is a tremendous surprise. Please come in, quickly, come in!"
As he spoke, he took Xu Tingyun by the hand and led him into the courtyard. Min Tao, Wu Chen, and Peng Haibing followed behind, studying Gan Mingfeng. Aside from suspicion, their gazes held a trace of reassurance.
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