Night fell, before midnight.
Chen Yi, dressed in a black short garment with the Spring Rain Sword hanging at his waist, left his side-room.
Silently, he ran down the mountain.
Nearly a month had passed without Sun Zhengqiu seeking him out; he wondered what urgent matter there could be this time.
Not long after, Chen Yi arrived at the forest where they had previously met; he scanned the area and flicked the sword hilt.
A wave of Sword Intent ripple out, instantaneously locating the hidden person in the forest.
Chen Yi looked over, his gaze slightly chilling.
But before he could speak, sensing his Slaughter Sword Intent, Sun Zhengqiu hastily emerged, stumbling to kneel in front of him, saluting:
"Sir, I did not see you clearly just now, and hesitated much, I hope you can forgive me."
Not see clearly?
Or trying to test him?
Chen Yi inwardly scoffed, his tone cold as he asked, "What do you want with me?"
"There are two matters I need to report to you."