Jin Yulu was still wearing that silk robe decorated with patterns of copper coins, looking like a wealthy landlord. But his appearance was somewhat more ragged now, as he was covered in dirt and bits of stone. Xiaode looked even worse, his clothes caked in yellow mud of an even darker shade than the tawny and ruthless light in his eyes. They looked more like some sort of filthy object.
Jin Yulu was stunned to see Chen Changsheng standing in front of the cliff, but his expression quickly turned into one of relief, as he knew without even thinking that Chen Changsheng's presence had to do with Luoluo.
Xiaode viewed Chen Changsheng with a somewhat complex expression. In the last few years, he had often unwittingly conducted himself according to Chen Changsheng's style and demeanor.
In other words, he was learning from his once-most-hated foe. For them to suddenly meet today inevitably made things rather awkward for someone as proud as him.
