At the mountain top, Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya came out together from the cave at the bottom of Lotus Lake.
Dawn had already broken.
A group of people, whether they were the female cultivators from Mystic Yin Sect, or Chu Feng, Liuu Jiangnan, Bald Dog, and Ground Rat Demon King, all excitedly laughed as they greeted them.
Wang Xiaoya and her fellow sect sisters embraced, feeling the relief of having survived a great calamity.
Chu Feng grinned at Long Fei, "Damn it, I've been looking for you, and you don't seem pleased. Were you up to no good down there?"
Long Fei laughed and punched him, "How's it going, any trouble with your body?"
Chu Feng clutched at his chest as if in pain and yelled, "Ouch, my wound is acting up again. If your Little Ya massages it, I'll be all right."
"Get lost!"
Long Fei and Wang Xiaoya laughed and scolded him in unison.