Xiang Da'nan maintained a mysterious air, shaking his head without revealing anything, "Brother, now is not the time to check our battle results."
Zhao Rong smiled and did not pursue further.
Along the way, they brought up the moves of the black-clothed members of the Demon Cult from last night's battle.
Discussing the dangers they faced in the fight.
Disciples from Mount Hua joined in, describing how they used Mount Hua Swordsmanship to counter the enemy and at which moves they had been at a disadvantage.
Mr. Mo and Mr. Yue would occasionally give advice.
Ning looked on at the scene with a smile.
Lao Denuo, however, was filled with concerns.
Morning mist hovered over distant mountains, mustard flowers were wet with dew, early clouds ascended into the azure sky, and the bright sunshine drenched their damp clothes and shoes, making the muddy mountain path seem wide open before their eyes.
After walking another dozen or so miles, they finally descended the mountain path.
