Three years had passed. Everything was mostly the same in the world.
Green Mountain was the same as before, still enshrouded in the mist; the flashes of sword lights would be seen once in a while. Jing Jiu, who had been away from Green Mountain for six years, had been mentioned less and less there, like back when he was in the snowland. On the other hand, the mayhem of the West Ocean three years ago was often discussed among the Green Mountain disciples. They were curious about who that elder was and whether or not Guo Dong was rescued.
There wasn't much change on Shenmo Peak save for an extra horse. The horse didn't have to do any work there, spending its days grazing the grass in the mountains. The only irritating thing for the horse was that the monkeys among the cliffs would often harass it; the situation improved only after they had become familiar with each other.