On that day, a melancholy breeze blew from the east, as light clouds drifted overhead.
From the direction of the east, two swift horses approached, and on their backs were two youths who appeared to be no more than twenty years old.
Huang Donglai, of course, maintained his Taoist attire, while Sun Yixie had donned ordinary coarse cloth garments—at first glance, one couldn't make out what he did for a living.
Now the two of them could be considered quite experienced in the world of martial arts. They would never make the same mistakes as they had a year ago when they first ventured into the jianghu... riding in horse carriages, wearing clothes that appeared expensive, wandering everywhere; nor would they broadcast the message "I am a martial artist" all over their faces.
Such things... should be left to the disciples of prestigious sects and those who value their "heroic reputation" and have real strength.
