As night fell, Wang Dali shouldered his luggage and left the Kunlun Mountains.
Though he was defeated, Wang Dali had given it his all and even received a round of applause for his tenacity.
This contest had taught him the lesson that beyond every person there is another person, and above every sky is another sky.
He had just reached the middle of the mountainside when suddenly a terrible scream echoed from ahead.
Wang Dali's gaze hardened, and he stopped in his tracks.
The one ahead of him was a disciple from Penglai Pavilion of the South Sea; they had just added each other on WeChat before leaving. Could it be that the disciple encountered some danger further up?
However, after listening carefully for a while, he no longer heard any sound from ahead.
"Could it be an illusion?"
Wang Dali shook his head and continued walking forward.
But just then, a fat person in a black robe suddenly appeared on the mountain path.
