บท 295: Chapter 6 Leaving (2/2)

After the familiar sensation passed, Wang Anfeng's view had shifted from that of the humble abode in the village to the solitary peak's summit, where the wind soughed. A scholar dressed in green, cradling a copper brazier engraved with intertwining dragons and stylized clouds, sat lazily flipping through a scroll in his chair.

The other three masters were not present.

Wang Anfeng stepped forward, performed a ritual bow, and said,

"Teacher."

The scholar glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said lazily,

"The time has come again today."

"You go on by yourself."

Wang Anfeng nodded slightly, replied with an affirmative, then stepped lightly to the side. His inner strength sketched out the empty space to his left and right. Without revealing any anomaly, he suddenly leapt into the air. In a mere instant, he had already flown across dozens of meters, his robes fluttering. With his left hand behind his back and his right hand sweeping past his waist, a flash of silver streaked out.