In one corner of Taiheng Mountain, two figures suddenly stopped moving amid the forest, one ahead and one behind.
Wen Fusheng looked cautiously at the person in front of him, uncertain if the voice he heard was real or just an illusion.
However, the person's Lightweight Technique was clearly superior to his, yet they paused several times along the way to wait.
Could it be... true?
At that moment, the person in front, with their back to him, made a motion of removing a mask, and upon turning around, it was Chu Qing's face.
"Good boy, it really is you!"
Wen Fusheng completely let down his guard.
As Chu Qing brushed past him, he spoke two words:
"Follow me."
Wen Fusheng would naturally not forget Chu Qing's voice.
But because it happened so quickly, even though he gave chase, he couldn't help but doubt whether he had heard correctly.
Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened in the end.
Chu Qing smiled, nodded slightly, and cupped his fists:
"Senior Wen, long time no see."
