As evening approached, fiery red clouds blanketed The Human World Town. Some gazed at the green mountains, drifting clouds, and glazed roof tiles, finding the scenery exquisite; others watched the setting sun sink in the western sky and felt an inexplicable sorrow stir within.
Inside the inn.
The waiter led Feng Rende to the Moon-Gazing Terrace on the top floor and said softly, "The people who invited you are those four gentlemen up ahead. I won't disturb you any further."
Feng Rende followed his gaze and saw a shaded pavilion built on the Moon-Gazing Terrace. Four young men sat inside, eating fruit and pastries, chatting and laughing.
At that moment, his mind was working rapidly. He was even more unwilling to miss a chance to advance further into the Emperor's Tomb. After all, aside from these four unfamiliar young men, no one was willing to take him in anymore.
At that thought, Feng Rende habitually put on an honest, simple expression. He stepped forward with a slightly impetuous air and cupped his fists. "You four booked the entire inn to celebrate, yet invited only me. I'm deeply honored. May I ask your names?"
"Of course. I am Zhang Long-courtesy name Yuntian." A young man in a black robe seated on the north side lightly cupped his fists as he ate some fruit, answering with a broad smile.
"I'm Wu Hao."
"I'm Li Man."
"...Heh, I'm Qian Zonghao. A pleasure, Brother Feng."
The four looked toward Feng Rende together and introduced themselves in turn.
However, they merely cupped their fists from their chairs, showing no intention of standing. Nor did they mention where they came from or which sect they belonged to.
"I've long heard of your reputations. Meeting you today, I can see that you truly are dragons among men,