The next day.
There were less than two days left before they descended the mountain.
Su Changyu had already gone down the mountain, taking Grand Hua Daoist with him. No one knew what they had gone to do.
At the foot of Qingyun Back Cliff.
Ye Ping's sword grew faster and faster.
Though it was only the simplest basic swordsmanship.
In Ye Ping's hands, this set of basic swordsmanship seemed to possess an almost miraculous, masterful quality.
Yet regrettably, even by late night, Ye Ping still had not comprehended his senior brother's new Sword Moves.
Late at night.
Ye Ping sat alone beneath the cliff.
There were still two days before descending the mountain.
This trip down the mountain might very well bring trouble, so Ye Ping wanted to comprehend the new Sword Moves sooner. That way, should he encounter danger, he would at least have another measure of protection.
But regrettably, his aptitude was simply too dull.
Nearly a month had passed, yet he still had not fully comprehended it.
Just then.
Two figures appeared at the Qingyun Dao Sect.
They were Su Changyu and Grand Hua Daoist.
At this moment, Su Changyu held a bundle tightly in his arms, his eyes brimming with delight.
Grand Hua Daoist also carried a bundle in his hand. He looked at Su Changyu with some irritation and said,
"Changyu, I have bought you the Brocaded White Crane Flowing Cloud Robe you wanted. On this trip down the mountain, take good care of your junior brother. Do not let anything go wrong. If something does go wrong, do not blame your master for making trouble for you."
Grand Hua Daoist spoke with some displeasure.
Early in the morning, Su Changyu had come to find him, saying that since he was attending the Qingzhou