North Bank of Pearl River!
At half past ten in the evening, Chen Shuang and Chen Xu had already arrived, but they did not show themselves. Instead, they lay hidden behind a large bluestone, vigilantly observing the surroundings from a distance...
Five minutes before eleven, two figures clad in white skimmed over from the opposite bank, like specters from the netherworld, their garments flowing as they glided above the river surface.
When Chen Shuang saw the arrival of two martial arts experts in white, his heart sank, and he instinctively exchanged a glance with Chen Xu.
All experts in white were at the Eighth Stage, while he and Chen Xu were only at the Seventh Stage.
If only one expert in white had come, it would still have been manageable.
But now, with two of them arriving, Chen Shuang suddenly felt a lack of confidence...
"To hell with it, we only have one chance, and if we don't succeed... we die with honor!"
