Time progressed to the afternoon.
In Changqing County, Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall.
A dark cyan carriage slowly came to a stop under the Chinese parasol tree at the entrance of the hall.
A young coachman dismounted, and two beautiful young ladies stepped out of the carriage, the one in front wore white while the other slowly opened an oiled paper umbrella.
It was none other than Su Li and her maid, Xiaoqing.
"This is the Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall..." Su Li landed steadily on the ground, looked up, and saw the four big characters on the plaque amidst the mottled shadows of the trees, "This handwriting is quite good. Could it really be that there is some reclusive expert who chooses to hide in plain sight and cultivate here?"
Su Li had inquired from Su Gui about Su Heng's experiences in recent times.
She knew that he had practiced martial arts here, and then various changes had occurred.
Hearing is false, seeing is believing.
