Seeing Zhang Zhaoyang's determination, Yanming Hermit asked Lu Yueming and Tan Feng, "I plan to stay here. What about you two?"
Lu Yueming and Tan Feng glanced at each other, stepped forward, and said, "We won't go in either. We'll guard this place for Brother Zhang."
Yanming Hermit nodded and said to Zhang Zhaoyang, "Then, nephew, you may go in. You know the secret code, right?"
Zhang Zhaoyang smiled and said, "Straight for ten trees, right for eight trees, backward for six trees, left for six trees. I have memorized it in my heart, is it correct?"
Yanming Hermit said, "Yes, that's it. Lord of Sword has really thought it through."
Although these words seemed to have a double meaning, Zhang Zhaoyang didn't care. He checked himself and took out a long white silk cord from his bag. Yanming Hermit's eyes lit up and asked, "Nephew Zhang, is this silk rope woven from the silk of the snow silkworm?"
