Gale didn't think he would meet anyone coincidentally today in the jungle, but he seemed to be mistaken as his eyes followed a figure moving through the jungle, from one branch to another, moving at a rapid pace.
The figure disregarded his presence at first, moved without discovering him, but came back after covering some distance.
Sun Ziang dropped from the branch of the tree, facing Gale. "I knew I wasn't mistaken."
"Well, congratulations," Gale greeted.
"Woof!" Vale too.
The handsome scion of the Sun Clan was too exhausted to respond to Gale's jab of sarcasm. It seemed Sun Ziang was in the wilderness for a few days. His striking silver hair wasn't glued to his scalp anymore, swaying along the wind. His clothes weren't clean either, stained with blood, sweat, and dirt.
"You're in the mountains since the last time I saw you?"
