It was raining on the mountain.
"Senior Brother Lu, it's really you."
Zhao Feng stared at the black-robed cultivator whose face was completely obscured in front of him, his eyes filled with complexity.
Silence swept the area.
The black-robed cultivator suddenly looked up slightly, then lowered his head to look at him. He started to laugh, his tone light.
"Haha! I knew I couldn't deceive your clear sword heart. It's a pity that I left some things in the Sect deliberately to mislead you."
"But... these days apart, you have improved a lot, junior brother."
"The things you left behind were very useful. I really thought someone from the Sect harmed you. I always refrained from helping your family, fearing that acting hastily would upset things. But I didn't expect..."
Zhao Feng suddenly interrupted.
"But why aren't you showing your true face to meet me now?"
Again, silence ensued. The black-robed cultivator drew a deep breath, but didn't answer.