A bright moon illuminated the Zen temple, and thousands of miles away, clouds floated idly above the water-worn stones.
The sound of the midnight bell reached the ancient temple, and the heavenly winds swept across Jiuchong Mountain.
Deep into the night.
In a small bamboo grove behind the temple.
Qiao Feng and Dongfang Bubai, both dressed in night clothes, abruptly appeared.
The bright light of their eyes in the darkness fell upon Jiang Dali, whose body was wrapped in chains and fetters. The three men exchanged glances, unable to suppress their laughter at each other's attire.
They were all well-known figures in the Martial World, yet here they were, skulking about in secret—a scene truly filled with dramatic irony.
Qiao Feng and Dongfang Bubai chuckled at the sight of Jiang Dali bound in chains like a fugitive, musing to themselves that usually, it was the Black Wind Village Chief who captured others, but now the tables had turned, which was quite amusing.
