Three days later...
Chen Mo sat cross-legged in a meditative posture, his breathing deep and steady as he immersed himself in cultivation. Before him, Mei Ling and Lin Feng lay on simple mats, their bodies having recovered from the vicious battle.
As if roused by some unseen force, the two disciples' eyes fluttered open in unison. Catching sight of Chen Mo's imposing figure, they immediately rose and kowtowed respectfully.
Chen Mo's lids parted, revealing an ancient gaze that seemed to see straight through to their souls. "It's good that you're awake," he intoned. "Although you were strong in your previous lives, you need to understand that's all in the past now. In this lifetime, you either cultivate diligently and surpass your past selves, or you become reckless and forever live in the shadow of your past lives."
