The moon hung high in the sky, casting withered shadows upon the branches.
On both sides of the long, quiet road, towering phoenix trees stood like silent sentinels, marking one of Jade Capital City's defining traits.
"Senior brother, is Brother Fan really a disciple of Zhenwu Mountain? I've never heard of such a character from Zhenwu Mountain before!"
After drinking and feasting their fill, on the way back, Jifeng Pavilion chatted idly.
They had eaten at the same restaurant as Zhang Fan; although they saw him, they hadn't worked up the nerve to say hello, since Zhang Fan was accompanied by a fair lady. To approach out of the blue would only spoil the mood.
"That's what Jiang Hu said... As for the details, I'm not too clear. Every mountain and sect secretly cultivates disciples; it's not always the famous ones." Qi Ji replied.
