In the chilly moonlight, the building group of Talent-accruing School, without any shelter from the trees, was wrapped by a layer of silver yarn.
Having recovered greater physical strength, Hua Lun jumped off Meng Qi and walked to the gate. Holding the copper rings of the gate, he kept knocking, making the sound of bang bang bang.
He cannot wait to move out since he was far too confident for snatching the rare stone after having appreciated Meng Qi's amazing and inscrutable sword art.
The wicket beside the copper-nail decorated gate creaked and opened. A disciple of Talent-accruing School headed out and said with pleasant surprise, "Young faction master, you return?"
Hua Lun didn't want anyone to learn of his return allowing Huang Yun to prepare for a surprise attack, so he waved the disciple to be quiet and asked,"Where is my father? And other elders?"
