He solemnly cradled the ancient book in both hands, feeling as though it weighed thousands upon thousands of pounds.
"Kang Ming." At that moment, a shout suddenly rang out from the endlessly clamorous crowd.
A figure found Kang Ming amid the shifting circle of heads and called out anxiously, "The Patriarch has manifested, and auspicious signs have descended from heaven. Quickly, have the sect members return."
"Alright!" Kang Ming answered at once. After glancing around, he ran toward the caller. He was not particularly tall, but he was swift.
Yet his gaze still seemed to drift toward the direction in which Chen Xun had vanished earlier, but those two somewhat ethereal figures were already nowhere to be seen.
Kang Ming drew a deep breath, turned, and sprinted down the mountain.
As he ran, pale yellow currents continuously rose and fell around his body!
His half-closed eyes trembled faintly within their sockets, while pale yellow currents circulated endlessly through the meridians inside him.
The sight gave him a hazy air, as though he had gained a trace of graceful detachment from the mortal world.
This was precisely the martial cultivation method practiced by Kang Ming of Peaceful Medical Hall!
To cultivate medicine and martial arts together was an ancestral teaching passed down by Peaceful Medical Hall for thousands of years.
In the distance.
Chen Xun and Black Bull slowly made their way down the mountain. Neither hurried nor lagged behind, as though they had blended into the mountain forest.
Black Bull raised its head to look at Chen Xun. That face, once carved by time through countless years, bore the vicissitudes of history and no longer held the vigor of youth.
It gently snorted. Chen Xun had ultimately grown somewhat old.
Huff...
A mountain breeze drifted past, lightly stirring the Inferior