The Mountain Sect has no enemies.
Chu Ning didn't believe this statement at all; in his view, perhaps the predecessors of the Mountain Sect were too noble.
To repay grievances with virtue.
Or perhaps they were concerned for the common people and did not regard enemies as enemies.
He could never be that noble.
"If there are no enemies, then who are those three, and whose are the pair of eyes in the sky and the falling long sword?"
Facing Chu Ning's remonstration, the middle-aged man gave a bitter smile and said, "These problems are still far away for you, young disciple."
"I bid farewell!"
Chu Ning clasped his hands together and turned to leave.
Let me indulge in riddles, but I certainly won't indulge you.
"Young disciple, wait!"
The middle-aged man, seeing Chu Ning turn to leave without a second thought, quickly called out, "Since you wish to know, I will tell you."
Chu Ning paused, turned his head, and just watched the other party in silence.
