Lu Hou'er stopped in his tracks, because an extraordinarily strange feeling had suddenly risen within him. Someone intimately connected to him, as though they were two sides of the same body, was rapidly drawing closer.
And the nearer the distance between them became, the more obvious that stirring in his heart, that wordless sense of harmony, grew. It became so pronounced that Lu Hou'er was even affected by it, his pupils giving off a deep, dark gleam.
He instinctively recalled what Meng Zhao had said earlier: that he had been manipulated and influenced by some powerful force within Lishou Mountain, which was why he had behaved so abnormally. Moreover, he truly could sense a vast, destructive power lurking within his body—silent, it was nothing; once unleashed, it would be astonishing.
Could it be that the person he sensed, the one who seemed like another side of himself and was so intimately connected to him, had likewise been manipulated and influenced by some immense force?
As he pondered, a clump of weeds rustled under the pressure of a fierce gust sweeping past, and someone had already appeared roughly thirty feet before him.
What surprised Lu Hou'er was that this man was actually an old acquaintance: Peng Haibing, leader of the Xuan Shuang Society in Yanzhou's martial world. The man was not one of grand ambition or great talent, but he was more than capable of preserving what he had. He was cautious and seasoned, and maintained close ties with the martial artists around him.
Pai Gang and the Xuan Shuang Society not only had a good relationship, but also shared certain collaborations, so the two could be considered old acquaintances.
Lu Hou'er knew that Peng Haibing had climbed the mountain with Min Tao, Xu Tingyun, Wu Chen, and the others. Yet