Gong Yu and Qianshan Si had arranged a swordplay appointment for three days later. During the previous period, Gong Yu, who had been focused on meditation and cultivation daily, relaxed instead, only spending the necessary amount of time meditating on Inner Strength.
He even had time to explore the town.
In the past few days, no one knew where Hong Luoyu had gone, and even Wang Anfeng was only seen once or twice a day. The rest of the time, he was truly like a wild goose, elusive as a dragon seen in head but not in tail—he wouldn't say where to anyone who asked.
On the last day, Wang Anfeng and the others were sitting in the inn drinking tea.
With the decisive battle drawing near, the atmosphere at the table was somewhat somber. Lin Qiaofu hung her head low, listlessly playing with her cup, and even Yuchi Jie, who was usually frivolous and unrestrained, couldn't break free from the mood.
Only Gong Yu remained as usual, his demeanor and posture relaxed and unhurried.
