Wang Anfeng split open the mountain gate's grand formation with a single sword strike yesterday, ascended the mountain, and today he was ready to descend. He was still in that same green robe, with a wooden sword strapped to his back, and by his side was the elegantly clad, celestial-like lady swordsman in white, untouched by even a speck of worldly dust.
Lin Qiaofu and Lv Baiping were a step behind them.
The young girl had a student's cloth bag strapped around her waist, bulging as if she had also brought with her a thick dictionary. By her side, Lv Baiping seemed to have been unable to persuade her otherwise, appearing helpless as he followed along.
