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"Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
Yue Ling Shan and Linghu Chong waved goodbye, watching as the silhouette grew progressively more distant until it vanished into the dense forest.
From afar, the sound of a flute being played arose, although it was unclear who was playing.
The eldest disciple of Mount Hua turned his head with his younger martial sister and suddenly spotted an old man in a green robe.
They had not noticed when the elderly man had appeared.
"Great Uncle Master!"
The two greeted him with joy.
Feng Qingyang nodded without speaking; compared with when he was first seen at Remorse Cliff, his complexion had improved greatly.
"Did that brat from the Hengshan Sect leave any message for you?" asked Mister Feng rather irritably.
Linghu Chong and Yue Ling Shan both smiled, the term "brat" referring evidently to the young Sect Leader of Hengshan's spontaneous ideas.
