We had spent nearly twenty days on the mountain.
It had also been almost eight months since I came to the Northeast. I hadn't seen An Ning in eight months, or contacted her during that time.
Actually, the SIM card I used belonged to Uncle Song, so I could have kept in touch with An Ning too. But Grandmaster had told me to keep my mind free of distractions, because I only had a year to improve myself.
Although I had managed not to contact her, we had only just gotten together before having to spend so long apart without any contact. How could I not miss her? Sometimes I even dreamed about her.
Now it all felt like a dream. I simply couldn't believe she was here.
Shi Xiu and my other senior brother were still kneeling there, looking at me pleadingly. "Junior brother, come untie us."
Holding An Ning, I looked at them. "It's fine, senior brothers. Kneel a little longer. Think of it as training."
Their eyes instantly filled with resentment, with a pitiful sadness beneath it.
I was holding An Ning to ease the ache of eight months of longing when Song Xiaotian returned with Zhuge Ming.
Zhuge Ming looked like a refugee fleeing a famine, and he was injured too. The moment he saw An Ning and me hugging, he flew into a rage.
"Chen Mo! How could you fall for the enemy's honey trap!"
"Let go of that temptress!"
With that, he raised his blade and started toward An Ning to cut her down.
Startled, Song Xiaotian hurriedly grabbed him. "Hey! That's his girlfriend! She's on our side!"
Zhuge Ming froze, then pointed at me and cursed in anguish. "I was being chased through the mountains by the enemy, hanging on for dear life,