Three days later.
Snow blanketed the ground, and a cold wind swept past.
Xu Tian stood in the snow and asked Lian Youming, "Well? Your injuries haven't fully healed yet. Where do you plan to go?"
With their business here finished, it was time for them to leave.
"Uncle Xu, Senior Gong, you said you went looking for that Mountain Guardian called the Eyeless Monk. Where was that?"
After several days of recuperation, Lian Youming looked much better.
But now that their business was finished, he felt somewhat unsettled. He simply couldn't stop worrying about the Junk King's safety.
If his guess was right, the opponent the old man sought had to be this Eyeless Monk.
Xu Tian's aged face stiffened. "In your condition, you still want to go running around?"
With both hands in his pockets, Gong Qitian also cautioned him. "Kid, when experts fight, the slightest mistake can mean the difference between life and death. Those two are no ordinary fighters. Never mind whether you could find them-could you help even if you did? Besides, your heart meridians are damaged. Without careful recuperation, you might develop some hidden ailment. Once that happens, it'll become your deadliest weakness in a fight to the death."
Xu Baishi soothed him from the side. "Senior Brother, why not come back to the Baji Sect with us?"
Tian Dayong nodded too.
Lian Youming looked at them and smiled. "I won't be going to the Baji Sect. I'd like to travel around on my own."
Although their business here was over, everyone understood that before long, another vicious battle would likely sweep through the martial world.
Leaving aside the Five Elders of the Mountain Guardians for now, that Mysterious Force alone could not be underestimated. Then there were the Remnants of the Old Era