Several days later, amid a lush green mountain range, Zhang Xiaohua and Meng traveled while greedily taking in the scenery. Meng said with a smile, "I always thought only the high mountains within our Incense-Passing Cult were truly magnificent. Now I see I was a frog at the bottom of a well. This splendid land has different scenery everywhere, each place with its own unique features and its own wonders. Not a single one is inferior to the Incense-Passing Cult!"
"Exactly. Even the place where Great Forest Temple stands—the entire mountain range might not be any smaller than the Incense-Passing Cult's. That enormous Guiyuan Pagoda didn't seem any worse than Huanxu, either!"
"Fortunately, the gates of our Incense-Passing Cult are open now, so there will be plenty of chances to come out in the future. Perhaps after the Martial Arts Gathering, we can ask the Cult Master for an assignment and travel through all the surrounding mountain ranges!"
Zhang Xiaohua clapped his hands. "Exactly! That would truly be roaming the martial world with a proud laugh! Unlike now—we had barely come out for a few days before having to turn back!"
"I wonder what this mountain is called. We've just been wandering around blindly. If we want to come again later, it'll be troublesome!"
"Isn't that easy? We can just find someone and ask!"
As they spoke, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly froze and looked thoughtfully into the distance. Seeing this, Meng turned her head as well. Before she could make anything out, the clash of Weapons rang out from that direction!
"Eh?" Zhang Xiaohua was even more puzzled, and blurted out, "Why is he here?"
"Who?" Meng looked at the vague figures in the distance. "You can actually see them?"
"Yes. It's someone I know, so he's easier to distinguish!"
"Someone