Yang Ge scratched his head, "Why would the Five Poisons Cult make a move against Wudang Mountains? It's not like there's much to gain from that place, right?"
Li Qing let out another sigh, "I would like to know that too..."
Yang Ge slowly stood up and squinted his eyes, "You've been at the inn for quite some time... have you found what your heart is set on?"
Li Qing pondered for a moment, answering uncertainly, "I've found a bit, but not much."
Yang Ge nodded, "Can you draw your sword now?"
The traces of slight sorrow lingering between Li Qing's brows gradually dissipated, and he took down the treasured sword from his waist and held it in his hands, saluting reverently with the sword, "I was thinking of asking for your guidance, Brother Yang."
Yang Ge smiled and nodded lightly, uttering a single "Sure."
As soon as the words fell, without seeing any prelude from him, the daylight in the inn abruptly dimmed.
