Time rolled on, and two weeks quickly passed, later.
Wearing tattered clothes, a young guy, descending the Changbai Mountains, arrived at the foot of the hill’s village. Two scars on that juvenile’s chest and thigh could be clearly seen, which was quite alarming, like they had been caused by the sword’s strike.
That juvenile was none other than Ye Feng! Some time ago, he had thrown away his mask and restored his original appearance.