"Greetings to the four Sect Masters," 'Shen Zhong' said, bowing deeply with neither servility nor arrogance.
"Hmph," Wang Shenming snorted coldly. He had a very poor impression of 'Shen Zhong,' who had cursed him and his ancestors thoroughly twenty years ago.
"Shen Zhong, it's about time. Let's set off immediately," Lin Xiaotian commanded.
"All right."
The group left the Lin Residence and headed for the forest, moving swiftly. It took them only about a quarter of a Chinese hour to reach the cold pool.
The four harnessed the Power of Heaven and Earth around them, attempting to find some clue, but to no avail. They searched every inch within a few hundred meters and still found nothing of note.
"Shen Zhong, if you dare to deceive us, this place will be your grave!" Wang Shenming's tone was frigid.
"Sect Master Wang, I have already defected from the Forbidden Land. How could I dare to deceive you? If I offend both sides, how could I possibly remain in Huanhai?"
