After watching Winter leave, Xiang Shan sighed.
"He is a good Hero," he muttered to himself, "Overcome your obsession with me. By then, you will definitely see the scenery that humanity ought to see."
After blessing his friend, Xiang Shan turned in a different direction.
Although Zheng was a Martial Artist with decent external strength, he had never undergone training as a Hero. His self-taught counter-surveillance skills were simply inadequate in the face of surveillance technology that had evolved over three hundred years.
"Teacher Zheng, it's rare to see you here. You actually came at this time?" Xiang Shan asked politely, just like that child from years ago.
Zheng stared blankly in the direction where Winter had disappeared: "Is this also Inner Strength?"
Xiang Shan nodded: "It's Inner Strength cultivated to a very high level."
