Zhang Junnian's expression finally changed.
One school coming here was impulsive.
All of them coming here meant-
He said nothing more, pulled out the key, and opened the door to get out.
"Come on. We're walking."
The two abandoned the car and continued on foot, weaving swiftly through the crowds with the stamina they had built through years of martial arts training. Fifteen minutes later, Chen Family Village's stone archway came into view.
Zhang Junnian stepped across the invisible boundary beneath the archway.
The instant his foot touched the ground, the mocking remark on his lips caught in his throat.
An indescribable sensation entered his body through the soles of his feet and climbed along his blood vessels. Wherever it passed, his muscles and bones tingled, and his pores opened.
The headache left by last night's drinking vanished completely within three seconds.
"Holy shit..."
Zhang Junnian froze, then instinctively drew another deep breath.
As that breath filled his lungs, his entire body felt as though it had been soaked in warm water. In over a decade of practicing internal martial arts, he had never experienced anything like it.
Beside him, Meng Yichuan had already stopped walking, every trace of mockery gone from his face.
He closed his eyes, savoring the unprecedented ease spreading through his body, his fingertips trembling slightly.
The two exchanged a glance and saw the same word in each other's eyes-
Unbelievable.
They quickened their pace toward the Reservoir at the village entrance.
Before they reached it, they heard an argument.
In the clearing beside the Reservoir, a dozen or so groups in different Daoist robes stood in distinctly separate clusters. Dragon-Tiger Mountain's blue robes, Wudang's black robes, Mount Sanqing's gray robes... With a quick glance, Zhang Junnian recognized at least six schools.
His father, Zhang Jinling,