The next day, Mo Yun rose before dawn to cultivate, as was his habit.
His figure flashed, and he arrived at North Mountain Summit to practice White Tiger Slaughter.
Unfortunately, the fist momentum left on the summit of North Mountain no longer helped him practice his martial arts.
Only when the sun rose in the east did Mo Yun stop and head down the mountain.
Before long, he reached the small courtyard where Commander Li usually worked.
He knocked, and a puzzled voice immediately came from inside. "Who's looking for me? Come in. The door isn't barred."
Mo Yun pushed the door open and entered, immediately spotting the powerfully built Commander Li practicing his blade technique with a Ring-Pommel Broad Saber.
The instant Commander Li saw Mo Yun, his saber clanged to the ground. Astonishment filled his face; he clearly could not believe Mo Yun had suddenly returned.
Mo Yun smiled. "Brother Li, I'm back."
Commander Li stood stunned for quite a while before coming to his senses. Rubbing his eyes repeatedly, he said, "Little Mo, is it really you? You're back?"
"When did you get back? Why did you suddenly return? Were you doing well in Central Province? Was life in the sect stressful? Are the Five Elements Sect's martial arts all really powerful? Are there lots of prodigies? Are the people there easy to get along with?"
Commander Li fired off a string of questions in one breath, leaving Mo Yun unsure where to begin.
He slowly exhaled, considered his words, and answered Commander Li's questions one by one.
Then Commander Li asked about Mo Yun's experiences in Central Province.
Mo Yun picked out a few things he could share and told him about them.
"Are there really that many Core Condensation martial artists in the outside world?