Near midnight, Chen Yiming left the Mantis Snake Sword School.
The street lamps on both sides lit up the entire street. The small vendors selling supper kept calling out to the people passing by. In their food trucks, there were fried scallion pancakes, skewers covered in sauce, and all kinds of snacks…
Some of the young people who had cultivated hard in the martial arts school until late at night before returning home smelled the delicious snacks and their stomachs started to growl. After some hesitation, they stopped in their tracks and bought some supper.
Chen Yiming glanced at the young people who were secretly snacking, then rushed back home.
Along the way, he fell into deep thought, thinking about a suitable way to deal with the war on the other side of the strange mountain village. At some point, his surroundings had become quiet, causing him to be even more immersed in his own world.
