The next morning, as the sun rose, a group of people had already been quietly waiting in front of the lush Sour Date Grove at the Unnamed Finger of Stone Man Peak Wuzhua Peak.
The one in front was the Yanming Hermit in green clothes and green headscarf.
Behind him were three young men, one of whom was Lu Yueming, who had saved Zhang Xiaolong and the others on the street yesterday. At this moment, Lu Yueming had none of the arrogance he had shown yesterday, standing with his hands tied behind the others, his eyes looking at Yanming Hermit ahead, as he quietly waited.
