Watching Yuan Yang fly away using the Air-Conveyance Technique, Mu Yunle was standing at the edge of the forest. As the wind blew on her, her dress was fluttering. Her body figure looked slim and slender.
Suddenly, she sighed with sadness and turned her body. While walking back to Master Zhending, a train of thoughts were running through her mind.
Master has always said that all sufferings in the world are a result of the loss of something good. I'm upset now because I feel pity for Master Zhending.
A great man who once had glorious battle records is living a lonely life as a monk now. Just a thought of it makes me feel sorry for him.
Standing in the forest, Mu Yunle was looking at Master Zhending who was sitting cross-legged. Ten years ago, he was famous with the name, Su Meng.
