It was the dead of night, and heavy snow was falling. Half the bright moon was shrouded by dark clouds, leaving the entire land steeped in darkness. Had it not been for the faint moonlight reflecting off the vast white snow, they would have been blind even with their eyes open.
Looking more closely, however, they saw that it was no ghostly specter, but an unknown figure clad in a pitch-black robe and wearing a cotton cap.
Wen San and Kong Scarface's group of four tensed at once. Such a place, such a time, such a person—it was impossible not to let their imaginations run wild.
Was he merely a passerby, or was he some bandit lying in wait to rob them?
The five men all placed their hands on their weapons, ready to draw their swords and fight at any moment. Of course, before they understood the full story and the other party's intentions, they would not rashly make a move and bring trouble upon themselves.
Before long, the figure had approached them. Taking a closer look by the moonlight reflected from the snowy night, they discovered that it was Li Zheng!
Wen San immediately felt that something was wrong. Why was it Li Zheng? How could it possibly be Li Zheng?
In his view, he had already made a sufficient concession by taking a step back and leaving Little Cold Village. Although Li Zheng had now learned some martial arts, he was only just beginning to develop. It would still take years, perhaps even more than a decade, before he achieved anything significant.
Naturally, there was no way he could pose any threat or cause any harm to their group of five by himself.
Yet today, it seemed there was something he had overlooked, something he had failed