Blackwood Cliff.
Ren Yingying, Cult Leader of the Sun Moon Holy Cult, stood before the mountain gates, watching an escort caravan slowly approach from afar under the Sun Moon Escort Agency's banners. It consisted of dozens of carriages.
The carriage at the head was drawn by eight horses. Broad and spacious, with even its curtains made of Shu embroidery, it was extravagantly luxurious.
Anyone who saw the driver would have been astonished, for he was none other than Hua Wuque, the master of Moving Flower Palace and a Great Grandmaster.
Jiang Xiaoyu leaped off his horse beside the carriage, hurried over, and lifted the curtain. "Master, we've reached Blackwood Cliff. The Cult Leader is waiting for you."
Only then did Lin Lang close the manual in his hands and emerge from the carriage. "Xiaoyu, take some men and put these things into storage. If there isn't enough room, find Left Emissary Xiang and have him arrange things."
"Hua Wuque, take some men and deliver all these manuals to the Martial Arts Pavilion."
After making these arrangements, Lin Lang finally walked over to Ren Yingying and pulled her straight into his arms.
"Yingying, we've avenged Northern Shaolin's invasion of Blackwood Cliff."
Ren Yingying hugged his waist tightly. She, too, was particularly excited.
When her father was alive, he had always wanted to destroy Northern Shaolin. Sadly, he had never lived to see this day.
With this strike, Big Brother Lin had utterly wiped out Northern Shaolin. Her father's spirit in heaven could finally rest in peace.
It was all thanks to Big Brother Lin.
The two returned to the clifftop together. Everyone else was busy, and so were they.
Naturally, Ren Yingying had to examine him thoroughly to see whether her beloved Big Brother Lin had been hurt. She could not