Both of the groups reluctantly bid each other farewell. Chu Yang and company sped away in the wind and snow. Within short moments, they had disappeared into the white landscape.
After he saw that Chu Yang's group had left, Cheng Yunhe took a few handfuls of snow and rubbed them thoroughly onto his hand. He then got into his carriage and gave his orders, sending the caravan on its way slowly moving in the direction of Great Zhao.
"Sir, why did you give him your calling card? These people clearly did not have any good intentions!" One of the Revered Martial Artists sitting opposite of him asked in puzzlement.
