Xie Jun cautiously made his way into a Medicine Field. It was deep in the night, heavy snow drifting down. A large sheet of transparent white gauze was propped up by thin bamboo poles, covering the Medicine Field. The surroundings were silent and deserted, seeming especially bleak.
As Xie Jun looked around, trying to find Xie Wanzhi's whereabouts, someone suddenly patted him from behind. Startled, he was about to strike back, only to be intimidated by a terrifying aura. It was as though he had encountered his natural predator; he did not dare move at all. He hurriedly turned and bowed, saying softly,
"Your disciple greets Master!"
When he clearly saw Xie Wanzhi's current appearance, he was rather surprised. Xie Wanzhi was dressed no differently from an ordinary martial artist of the Jianghu Martial Arts World, except he seemed far more free and unrestrained.
A long sword hung across his back, a wine gourd at his waist, and his long hair spilled loose. He cut a dashing, uninhibited figure, without a trace of a Great Grandmaster's solemn dignity.
Xie Wanzhi's eyes flashed like lightning as he stared at his young disciple. The hand pressing on Xie Jun's shoulder exerted a faint force before withdrawing. He asked,
"Was your journey to Lingwu City with Lü Yue smooth? Did anything unexpected happen?"
Xie Jun hurriedly shook his head and replied,
"In answer to Master, everything went normally. Nothing unexpected happened. Ever since I left Hidden Dragon Valley, I traveled without stopping and only reached Meng Family Village today, where I met Meng Zhao!"
Xie Jun gave a grunt of acknowledgment. A peculiar glint lingered in his brows and eyes, as though he were calculating something.
"You met Meng Zhao. Tell me, what kind of person is he?"
Xie Jun did not conceal