It was late at night. All of a sudden, the monkeys screamed on the cliff, then their screaming died down. It seemed that they were disturbed by something.
Gu Qing and youth Yuan walked out from their manor cave, and saw a figure approaching them, walking along the mountain path. They were surprised, especially Gu Qing.
The person wore a blue cotton sword robe, looking like ink in the night. Yet it appeared clean rather than dirty.
What was Guo Nanshan doing here on Shenmo Peak in the dead of night? Was he looking for trouble or revenge for his injuries sustained earlier in the day?
Gu Qing had been Guo Nanshan’s sword attendant for many years. He felt uncomfortable to see his former master on Shenmo Peak; he simply cupped his hands without saying a word.
Sitting in the bamboo chair, Jing Jiu didn’t even take notice of his arrival, let alone stand up.
In generational terms, he was Guo Nanshan’s senior master, so it was a common thing to do.