After traveling a distance through the air using Qinggong, Chen Hao, along with Lin Huashan and Yi Ning, landed in a cluster of flowers.
The moment their feet touched the ground, Yi Ning suddenly let go of Chen Hao's hand and walked off to one side, her expression full of hatred.
"Chen Hao, what exactly happened?" Lin Huashan asked with concern, "And who was that woman you were carrying on your shoulder?"
"The night before last, you were captured by the Dust King, and he forced me to work for him to exact his revenge," Chen Hao explained.
"Revenge?" Lin Huashan was quite surprised.
Chen Hao nodded indifferently and then recounted the story of Chen Ji, the Dust King.
Coincidentally, just as he finished speaking, a low, ripping cry drifted down from the mountain that had been transformed by the Dust King Chen Ji.
"It's the Dust King crying," Chen Hao said sympathetically. "He must have learned from Yingji that his son had perished long ago."