Early the next morning, as the morning sun rose, a group of people had already gathered silently before the lush sour jujube grove on the Nameless Finger of Five Claw Peak, Stone Man Peak.
At their head stood Hermit Yanming, dressed in blue robes and a blue headscarf.
Behind him were three young men. One of them was Lu Yueming, who had rescued Zhang Xiaolong and the others on the road yesterday. Lu Yueming no longer showed any of yesterday's arrogance. He stood with his hands folded behind the others, his eyes fixed on Hermit Yanming ahead, waiting quietly.
That same shadow swept across the sour jujube grove at dawn. Hermit Yanming nimbly leaped over with practiced ease, then casually carved marks into the two sour jujube trees. Yet shortly afterward, he froze. Aside from the two fresh gashes he had just cut deep into the trunks, there were no other marks on the trees. Where were the sword marks he had carved there last month? Hermit Yanming was astonished. Sword marks three inches deep could never heal within a month. Even if they had healed, traces should have remained. Could it be that these were not the same two sour jujube trees?
Hermit Yanming's heart skipped a beat. This is bad. If this is not the original entrance, entering the grove may prove troublesome. As he thought, he carefully examined the nearby sour jujube trees, but found nothing. It was as if he had never carved marks into any tree in this grove. At that moment, a short, sturdy young man in black garments, with an honest-looking face, stepped forward and asked, "Martial Uncle Yanming, is something amiss?"
Hermit Yanming turned and saw that it was Tan Feng of the Tan Family. He could not help but smile. The