Mists and clouds intertwined, the Mountain Gate towered high.
The black flying chariot car sped into the courtyard, and Chen Feng, who had changed into a grey robe, quickly followed Wu Shuang and others out of the car and headed towards the ancient cottage where his master resided.
Along the way, many Official Disciples and Core Disciples appeared, most with solemn expressions and some with heaviness.
Soon, the three walked past a small courtyard.
A skinny youth in a white-greying long robe stood by the pond, feeding the goldfish within.
The bamboo forest beside rustled with the wind, and a few yellowing leaves fluttered into the pond.
"Little Master Uncle."
Wu Shuang and the other disciples greeted him with respect, and Chen Feng followed suit.
"Let Chen be on his own."
Li Chenye casually threw some fish food, causing ripples to spread on the pond's surface.
