He solemnly held the ancient book in both hands, feeling as though it weighed ten million jin.
"Kang Ming." Just then, a shout suddenly rose from the endlessly clamorous crowd.
A figure spotted Kang Ming amid the shifting heads packed in a circle and called out anxiously, "The Patriarch has manifested, and auspicious signs have descended from heaven. Quickly, have the sect members return."
"Alright!" Kang Ming answered and, after looking around, ran toward the caller. He was not particularly tall, but he was fast.
Yet his gaze still seemed to search in the direction Chen Xun had vanished earlier, but those two somewhat ethereal figures were already nowhere to be seen.
Kang Ming took a deep breath, turned, and sprinted wildly down the mountain.
As he ran, pale yellow currents of air continuously surged and fluctuated around his body!
His lightly closed eyes trembled within their sockets, while pale yellow currents of air flowed ceaselessly through the meridians inside him.
The sight gave off a hazy feeling, as though he had gained a trace of an unworldly, drifting aura.
This was the Martial Arts Cultivation Method practiced by Kang Ming of Pingtai Medical Clinic!
Cultivating medicine and martial arts together had been the ancestral teaching passed down by Pingtai Medical Clinic for thousands of years.
In the distance.
Chen Xun and Big Black Ox slowly made their way down the mountain. Neither hurried nor lagged behind, as though they had blended into the mountain forest.
Big Black Ox raised its head to look at Chen Xun. That face, once carved by time through countless years, bore the weathered weight of history and no longer held any youthful air.
It gently snorted. Chen Xun had, after all, grown somewhat old.
Huff...
A gentle mountain breeze drifted past, lightly stirring the