The morning sunlight shone down, and the white pagoda forest near the deep end of the Baotong Zen Temple shimmered like crystals. It was quiet in the vegetable garden at the foot of the mountain.
Tong Lu opened his eyes as he woke. He was bewildered while looking at the dark and gloomy walls and smelling the vegetable oil in the air.
It took him a while before he was fully awake. Finally understanding the situation, he propped himself up with some difficulty.
He suddenly saw a weird man sitting across from him, with a green colored face and extremely chilling eyes.
The weird man was of course Su Ziye.
Su Ziye and Tong Lu sat on the both ends of the bed, eying each other silently. The atmosphere was quite eerie.
Tong Lu's face suddenly turned a bit pale.
Tong Lu was about to call out his flying sword to kill the other person, but he failed to do so.
Then, he recalled that his flying sword had been broken the night before.