Never-Ending

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"It's yours." Lu Changwen saw how delighted she was and spoke.

Yang Yun kept flipping through the scroll, muttering under her breath. After reading it through, she handed it back to Lu Changwen, her face full of worry.

"What? Don't you like it?" Lu Changwen took the scroll.

"It belongs to someone else. This young lady doesn't care for it." The reason was that the Swallow-Chasing technique could not be cultivated without pure yang inner force. She could only return it to Lu Changwen, though envy churned fiercely in her heart.

Lu Changwen had always been worried about his parents at home. He tucked the scroll into his robes, turned, and left the stone chamber, heading down the mountain, only to be called back by Yang Yun.

Lu Changwen turned around and saw Yang Yun in goose-yellow clothes, cloud boots on her feet and a cloth pouch hanging at her waist, hurrying after him in a few strides.

Seeing the question on Lu Changwen's face, she said, "I also need to take care of something in the village. We happen to be going the same way."

In truth, Yang Yun feared running into that red-robed man again. Since that monk shared a master-disciple bond with this kid, perhaps he had taught him other martial arts before. If they encountered the red-robed man again, they might be able to frighten him away with the monk's name.

Her eyes shifted, and she asked, "What's your name? Your master is a monk, so how can you still have parents?"

"If he's a monk, does that mean I have to be one too? Does that mean I shouldn't have parents? Was I supposed to pop out of a rock?" Mentioning that bald thief Yuanmu filled Lu Changwen with rage. Somehow, in her