Ghost Stocks

Chapter 51

After securing the ropes to the tree, Xiao Zhengrong and Chang Wu climbed down into the cave one after the other, their figures gradually disappearing into the darkness. Feng Junzi remained on the ground, watching the two ropes tremble, his heart pounding with their anxiety. Gradually, the ropes stopped moving, indicating that the two had reached solid ground. Feng Junzi finally felt a little relieved. The rope jerked once, and following the agreed-upon signal, Feng Junzi lowered the equipment he hadn't taken with him. It was lowered to a depth of nearly twenty meters and retrieved. It seemed the first step had been successful.

Feng Junzi sat idly under a large tree not far away, suddenly feeling inexplicably uneasy as he found himself alone in this desolate wilderness. Just then, a mountain breeze blew by, rustling the surrounding vegetation. Feng Junzi suddenly jumped up and shouted towards the distance, "Who goes there?"

The first response was two barks from a dog, followed by a woman's voice: "Feng Junzi? We've finally found you." With that, Yuan Xiaoxia emerged from the trees, leading a large dog.

"So it was you! And this blond guy, you actually found your way here! You almost scared me to death!" Feng Junzi patted his chest and sat down on the ground again.

It wasn't surprising that Yuan Xiaoxia found this place; she was Chang Wu's colleague and Xiao Zhengrong's girlfriend. While others hadn't noticed their unusual behavior a while back, Yuan Xiaoxia had observed it all. She guessed they might come to Longwangtang and followed them. Chang Wu and his group had already left many traces while clearing a path in the mountains, and with Yuan Xiaoxia's expertise as a member of the criminal investigation team's technical department, plus a trained dog, she was able to locate Feng Junzi and his group.

"Where did Xiao Zhengrong and Chang Wu go?"

“They’ve all gone down. I’ll keep watch up here.” Feng Junzi pointed to the dark well opening on the ground.

When Yuan Xiaoxia saw the wellhead and the iron chain, as a local of Longwangtang, she instinctively recalled the legend and exclaimed, "Could this be the Black Dragon Well? Those two are incredibly bold!"

“Skilled people are bold, so you don’t need to worry too much. Xiao Zhengrong will be fine.” Although Feng Junzi was not sure, he did not forget to comfort Yuan Xiaoxia.

“I’m not worried about Xiao Zhengrong, he’s very capable. I’m worried about our Captain Chang.”

"Stop being hypocritical. Is this blond-haired dog a police dog? It looks quite imposing."

"It's not a police dog, but its parents were both police dogs. It's not called Huangmao, it's called Baobao. It's my parents' dog. If it weren't for Baobao, I wouldn't have found this place easily today."

"Baby? He looks so fierce, yet he's called Baby!" Feng Junzi said, reaching out to touch Baby's head. Baby seemed dissatisfied and let out a low growl, startling him so much he withdrew his hand. With Yuan Xiaoxia by his side, guarding the well, Feng Junzi felt much more at ease. The two sat together under a tree, anxiously waiting by the well.

As agreed with Feng Junzi and Xiao Zhengrong, if they found a path on their first descent into the well, they would only travel a maximum of 300 meters. However, they didn't know how long those 300 meters would take. After half an hour, Feng Junzi finally became restless. Just then, a strange feeling arose in his heart. There was no wind in the mountains, but the eerie chill at the wellhead seemed to suddenly expand, directly approaching Feng Junzi, who was sitting some distance away. Feng Junzi felt a chill run down his spine, and Yuan Xiaoxia beside him also inexplicably shivered. At this moment, the large dog, Bao Bao, who had been sitting on the ground, suddenly jumped up, its tail tucked between its legs, its yellow fur seemingly standing on end, and barked wildly towards the wellhead.

"Oh no, something's probably happened!" Feng Junzi and Yuan Xiaoxia got up and walked towards the well. Before they could take a step, the rope swayed, and Chang Wu and Xiao Zhengrong climbed out one after the other. Judging from their panicked expressions and disheveled clothes, they didn't know what had just happened.

"What's going on? What's wrong with you two?" Feng Junzi asked loudly.

Chang Wu and Xiao Zhengrong looked up and saw Feng Junzi and Yuan Xiaoxia walking towards them. Their expressions suddenly changed, and they became extremely nervous. They exclaimed in unison, "You—how are you up there?"

Feng Junzi was surprised to see the two so tense, but he hadn't expected them to be talking to him, since he'd been up there the whole time. They must be referring to Yuan Xiaoxia. Yuan Xiaoxia thought the same thing as Feng Junzi, and she replied with a smile, "I knew you two were sneaking around preparing for your mountain climbing adventure, definitely looking for something at Longwangtang. That's why I brought Baobao here. How about that? My tracking skills are pretty good, right?"

Xiao Zhengrong ignored Yuan Xiaoxia and pointed at Feng Junzi, saying, "I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about him—Feng Junzi, when did you get up here? Weren't you supposed to stay down there to cover our retreat? How come you got up here before us?"

Feng Junzi was completely bewildered and didn't know how to answer. Chang Wu pointed at Feng Junzi and asked, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Part 4: A Pair of Chopsticks, Episode 51: Two Spirits Appear at the Crossroads of Yin and Yang

Feng Junzi: "In broad daylight, do you think I'm a human or a ghost?" Yuan Xiaoxia, who was standing next to him, also said: "What's wrong with you two? I've been here with Feng Junzi the whole time, and he hasn't gone anywhere."

Xiao Zhengrong seemed to have thought of something, and turned to Chang Wu, saying, "The one we encountered down there is probably not Feng Junzi."

The meaning behind those words was unclear, but Feng Junzi sensed something amiss and interjected, "You ran into me down there? Who else did you run into?"

Xiao Zhengrong replied, "We met someone down there who looks a lot like you, and Tao Muling was with him." As he spoke, Chang Wu also walked over, reached out and pinched Feng Junzi's cheek, saying, "It really is you. Then who is that person down there?"

Feng Junzi's mind stirred, and that strange feeling resurfaced. He vaguely guessed what was going on: "Feng Junzi is not Feng Junzi, and Tao Muling is not Tao Muling. The people you met down there are probably Feng Xingzhi and Qingye Yazi."

Chang Wu had not heard the details of Feng Xingzhi and Aoba Yako's story, and looking at Xiao Zhengrong who gasped, he asked, "Who are these two people? Why do they look so much like Feng Junzi and Tao Muling?"

Xiao Zhengrong remained silent, and Feng Junzi answered for him, "This is a long story, I'll tell you slowly when I have time. What exactly happened to you down there... Hey! Where's my sword? Has anyone seen my sword?" As he spoke, Feng Junzi suddenly realized that the precious sword he always carried with him was gone, and looked around in confusion.

Yuan Xiaoxia: "What sword? You didn't bring a sword with you when I came?"

Feng Junzi: "This is a long sword that Old Master Xiao gave me. The hilt is golden yellow with the two characters 'Tianxin' in seal script on it. There is also a jade pendant on the tassel. Chang Wu, you should have seen me bring it here."

Xiao Zhengrong and Chang Wu said in unison, "No need to look anymore, it's down there, the person down there is holding that sword."

“Feng Junzi, look over there, what’s that on the ground?” Yuan Xiaoxia called out, pointing to the well opening.

Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing, and there lay a jade pendant on the ground beside the well—the very one Feng Junzi had tied to his sword tassel. Feng Junzi stepped forward and picked up the pendant. It still radiated a warm, emerald-green luster, without a single flaw. Not only was it flawless, but even the previously striking blood-red jade stain had disappeared! Feng Junzi stared at the pendant, somewhat dazed, and muttered to himself, "She's gone. She really did find him."

"Who found whom?" the three people around him asked almost in unison.

Feng Junzi: "Qingye Yazi found Feng Xingzhi and went with him. Xiao Zhengrong, you should understand what happened. As for Chang Wu and Yuan Xiaoxia, I'll explain later... Tell me quickly, what exactly happened down there?"

...

Chang Wu and Xiao Zhengrong recounted their experience in the well. The well wasn't particularly deep, nor was it shallow. Xiao Zhengrong and Chang Wu climbed down the rope about fifteen or sixteen meters to reach the bottom. There was no water at the bottom; it was solid ground, and the space was much larger than the wellhead, about five or six meters square. The iron chain at the wellhead hung straight down until it disappeared into the ground at the bottom; they didn't know how deep it was buried or where it led.

The headlamps on their heads illuminated their surroundings, and they quickly spotted a door in the mine wall. It was two ordinary iron doors, though the iron was heavily rusted, and a very old-fashioned lock hung in the middle of the nearly two-meter-wide door. Following their agreed-upon signal, the two pulled the rope, and Feng Junzi lowered his backpack. After carefully examining the door for a while, they found nothing unusual. Opening the door didn't require much effort; although the lock was rusted shut, it didn't stump Chang Wu and Xiao Zhengrong.

The fact that there was no water at the bottom of the well, yet a hidden door, indicated that this place was unusual. Behind the door was a long, sloping passage leading downwards to an unknown destination. Strangely, the air inside the passage, while not particularly fresh, was neither stale nor polluted. The two exchanged a glance and descended the passage one after the other. Xiao Zhengrong, with a rope around his waist, led the way, while Chang Wu followed five or six meters behind. After walking several dozen meters, the passage still hadn't ended, and neither of them had found anything. Xiao Zhengrong stopped and turned to Chang Wu, saying, "It's really strange. There don't seem to be any traps or mechanisms in this passage. I was even thinking we might encounter landmines or something."

Chang Wu: "This place was probably built by the Japanese sixty years ago. According to the war stories I read when I was a child, the Japanese army didn't seem to be good at laying landmines. Landmine warfare was a magic weapon of our party's guerrillas."

Xiao Zhengrong smiled and said, "What you said makes sense, but we should still be careful."

After walking several dozen meters further, the passage finally came to an end. There was no door at the exit; the two walked directly into an underground hall. This hall was enormous, larger than a basketball court. Chang Wu turned on his powerful flashlight and shone it around, discovering that it was a warehouse-like place, filled with boxes of all sizes—wooden boxes, leather boxes, iron boxes, and even wicker and rattan boxes, which are now very rare. Many of these boxes were rotten and looked as if they would crumble to dust at the slightest touch.

"Chang Wu, hold the lamp up, I'll open a few boxes and take a look." Xiao Zhengrong said as he put on two layers of gloves and a mask. He walked to a metal box that looked intact, reached out and easily twisted the moldy copper lock, breaking it and opening the box. Inside the box was a pile of colorful banknotes, many of which were badly moldy. Xiao Zhengrong picked up a few relatively intact banknotes and examined them carefully.

"What is this? Is it US dollars? We're going to be rich!" Chang Wu said from behind.

Xiao Zhengrong: "You're dreaming. I vaguely remember this thing; it seems to be a former Soviet ruble. It's very likely counterfeit, and even if it's not counterfeit, it's worthless now."

Chang Wu: "What a disappointment. Let's look at something else."

Xiao Zhengrong arrived at a large wooden box again. This box was quite conspicuous because it was remarkably well-preserved, showing almost no signs of rot or damage, and its material appeared to be sandalwood or catalpa wood. The box wasn't locked. He opened the old-fashioned hook and lifted the lid, only to be stunned. He had assumed this obviously valuable box would contain something particularly important, but instead, he reached into a pile of stuffing and pulled out a skull. Xiao Zhengrong was startled, nearly dropping the skull, and Chang Wu behind him was also taken aback.

"What is this? Why is it here? It looks like a skull, or maybe it's made of pieces glued together." Chang Wu is a criminal investigator who often deals with these kinds of things, so he examines them carefully. The skull in Xiao Zhengrong's hand isn't a complete skull, just half of it with a skull attached. It also looks different from a normal skull, with obvious signs of repair, and it feels slightly heavy.

"Who knows? It could be the remains of some important person. Let's look at other things."

The two searched through several more boxes and found a large pile of strange and unusual items. There were Japanese documents that were barely legible, and some that appeared to be Chinese antiques or paintings. Neither of them knew much about archaeology and couldn't make heads or tails of them. After searching for a while, Chang Wu said to Xiao Zhengrong, "Let's move forward a bit more to save time; I'm worried the batteries won't last." Xiao Zhengrong agreed. At the other end of the hall, it was dark and seemed to have another exit; the two headed in that direction.

"Good heavens!" the two exclaimed in unison. After passing through the exit on the other side of the hall, they found themselves in another enormous, unimaginable underground space. If this was also a hall, it was the size of two football fields; Chang Wu's powerful flashlight could only faintly illuminate the rock walls on the other side. The walls of this hall bore many traces of human intervention, but many other areas retained their natural appearance.

“Chang Wu, besides Black Dragon Well, have you ever heard of the legend of an underground labyrinth in Dragon King Pond? I think this is it,” Xiao Zhengrong said.

Chang Wu nodded: "This underground cave was indeed formed naturally, and later someone excavated and tidied it up. I never expected that there would be such a huge underground armory at the foot of Longwangtang Mountain."

Xiao Zhengrong: "I wonder if there are any other caves. The weapons here alone could probably equip a regiment."

The two were discussing weaponry, as the hall before them was densely packed with it. Neatly arranged firearms, cannons, and ammunition boxes. Due to their age, even a professional soldier like Xiao Zhengrong couldn't name all the models of these guns and cannons. Besides guns, cannons, and ammunition, there were many other pieces of equipment, some of which neither of them had ever seen in movies or novels.

Chang Wu pointed to a turtle-shell-shaped steel helmet that was larger than a sea turtle's back and asked, "What is this thing? It's definitely not a big iron pot for cooking."

Xiao Zhengrong looked at it and said, "Judging from the shape, it looks like a kind of individual protective armor. You can see that it has straps attached to the bottom, so you can wear it on your back and fasten it around your waist and shoulders."

Chang Wu: "Who would carry such a thing into battle? It looks like a turtle. I'm afraid only the Japanese could come up with such a perverted idea."

Part 4: A Pair of Chopsticks, Episode 52: Singing "Nian Nu Jiao" While Killing the Enemy

Xiao Zhengrong: "You can't say that. Tanks work on the same principle as tortoises, and now every country has them."

As he was speaking, Chang Wu suddenly thought of a problem: "How do we transport these equipment out? We can't just climb up the well one by one. People can do it, guns can do it, but what about artillery? Besides, if it's a large-scale army, it's impossible to rely on a well passage like this for transportation."

Xiao Zhengrong: "I think that well opening is just the entrance. There must be an exit inside that can be opened outwards. Only in this way can we achieve the effect of a surprise attack. Did you notice the air here? It doesn't seem that polluted. This underground facility probably has ventilation shafts."

As they walked and talked, Xiao Zhengrong suddenly felt a tightening around his waist; the rope had reached its end. They should return as agreed. After discussing for a while, they decided to turn back. They hadn't expected the underground facility to be so large, and Chang Wu's flashlight only had one battery box; it seemed they wouldn't be able to explore the entire underground world today. Just as they turned to leave, a row of eerie figures appeared silently at the cave entrance, blocking their path.

The two hadn't expected that a group of people would be lying in ambush in this underground cave. Before descending, they had only considered the possibility of traps or mechanisms, but there were none, only people. This cave had been sealed off at least sixty years ago. The same thought flashed through their minds simultaneously: "Humans or ghosts?"

A dark, orderly line of people stood in the shadows. Chang Wu shone his lamp on them, revealing that they were all dressed in old-fashioned, khaki-colored uniforms—the attire of Japanese soldiers from sixty years ago. Their faces were indistinct in the lamplight, only a bluish-gray hue suggesting they were lifeless. Xiao Zhengrong quickly counted them; there were about a hundred men, and judging by their formation, they seemed to be a company. Despite his exceptional skills, he couldn't help but groan at the sight of so many. He could only steel himself and step forward, shouting, "Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?"

Xiao Zhengrong's voice echoed in the empty hall, but the person opposite him remained silent. Suddenly, he felt a murderous aura emanating from the silence and quickly shouted, "Chang Wu, step back!" Before Xiao Zhengrong finished speaking, a figure rushed out from the crowd, wielding a heavy black battle blade, aiming for his face. Xiao Zhengrong stepped forward diagonally, dodging the blade, and struck out with his right hand, directly at the opponent's carotid artery. In a one-on-one fight, Xiao Zhengrong was far superior to his opponent, but he had no time for a prolonged battle; he aimed to defeat him in one strike, otherwise, he feared he wouldn't be able to handle them all at once.

Have you ever unexpectedly plunged your hand into cold water in winter? Doesn't it feel chilling to the touch, and make every pore on your body contract? That's exactly how Xiao Zhengrong felt. He struck the other man's neck with his palm, but instead of collapsing unconscious as he expected, his palm slid right through his neck. It felt as if the man's body wasn't entirely solid, but rather a sinister mass of fluid.

Xiao Zhengrong felt a chill run through his hand, his entire arm going numb. He quickly circulated his internal energy to expel the chill. His opponent appeared unharmed, but seemed to have been injured as well; Xiao Zhengrong's palm strike had sent him flying, falling silently to the ground. "Not human! What is that?" This question immediately filled Xiao Zhengrong's mind. However, he had no time to think it through; the people opposite him had already swarmed forward.

Xiao Zhengrong shielded Chang Wu as they retreated, standing between two rows of tall ammunition boxes, forcefully withstanding the relentless attacks of the group. He couldn't retreat to open ground, as that would mean being surrounded, but guarding the narrow passage prevented him from maneuvering freely and dodging all the attacks. Strangely, the swords wielded by those men didn't tear his skin; instead, a chilling aura penetrated his bones, numbing his entire body and making it difficult to breathe. Xiao Zhengrong's punches and kicks, on the other hand, felt like striking a viscous mass of air, completely unaffected. His opponent, however, was sent flying by the force of the blows, taking a considerable amount of time to get up, and moving much more slowly than before. It seemed that both sides' attacks could cause damage, but no visible wounds were visible on the skin.

Standing behind Xiao Zhengrong, Chang Wu witnessed this bizarre battle. Xiao Zhengrong faced a group of people alone; apart from the whooshing sounds of his punches and kicks, there was no other sound, only the eerie, chilling aura. Xiao Zhengrong had practiced martial arts with his grandfather since childhood, but rarely used his skills to injure others. Only today did he truly understand the importance of cultivating internal energy. He circulated his internal energy throughout his body, immediately feeling the pressure lessen, and the chilling aura was no longer so terrifying. However, this kind of combat made him increasingly apprehensive. There were so many opponents, and they seemed unkillable. Perhaps he could break through by forcefully channeling his internal energy, but what about Chang Wu? Judging from the situation, he couldn't possibly escape unscathed with Chang Wu.

Chang Wu, standing behind Xiao Zhengrong, had clearly seen the situation and whispered, "Xiao Zhengrong, fight and retreat at the same time, lure them out from the other side of the passage, and see if we can circle around them."

This sentence reminded Xiao Zhengrong that their goal was simply to return, and these people blocking the entrance to the passage would prevent them from getting through. Since these ghostly things were chasing him, he had no choice but to use the terrain of the hall to fight and retreat, leading them in a circle so they could return to the passage. The underground cave they were in was very large, densely packed with various weapons and equipment. Chang Wu protected Xiao Zhengrong as they fought and retreated among the piles of weapons, trying to lure these people into the hall.

However, they hadn't retreated far when they found themselves in an open space. The people in front of them suddenly stopped and ceased their pursuit. As the two men were still wondering what was going on, they suddenly heard a voice behind them: "You two are quite remarkable, managing to get in here. You must be either soldiers or police officers; you both exude a fierce, masculine aura."

Looking back, he saw another person appear behind him. This person was dressed similarly to the previous ones, appearing to be an officer, but he spoke. Chang Wu shone his lamp on him, finding him familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before. He asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"

The officer's voice seemed to come from afar, yet it was chillingly close to my ears: "Who I am has nothing to do with you. Now that you're in, don't even think about leaving."

Standing behind Chang Wu, fully alert, Xiao Zhengrong suddenly sensed something amiss. He felt an invisible pressure emanating from the officer opposite Chang Wu. The officer stood motionless, yet exuded a domineering aura—an aura others might not recognize, but Xiao Zhengrong knew it well; it was the aura of a master. Xiao Zhengrong suddenly felt a sense of inadequacy. He realized that even with his full strength, he might not be a match for this man. If, like the others, the opponent was a formless ghost, then he would be even more helpless. He suddenly thought of someone and blurted out, "Momoki Kenjiro?"

The officer's face was ashen and expressionless, but there was a hint of surprise in his voice: "You know my name? Then you didn't come in by accident, so we can't let you go even more."

Xiao Zhengrong suddenly stepped forward and blocked Chang Wu's path, whispering, "Chang Wu, this thing is very powerful. I'll hold it off, you grit your teeth and rush out." Chang Wu replied, "I can't. I'll hold it off for you here. Only you can break through."

The officer seemed to have heard their conversation: "Don't even dream of getting out. Here, no one can stand against me." He took a small step forward, and the two men felt a chilling pressure envelop them. Just then, a song drifted from afar. The song was desolate and ancient, coming from the other side of the passage. The song seemed distant and ethereal, yet incredibly clear:

"Ancient jade has lost its luster, stained with lingering resentment, its blood staining the dark night as it returns to life."

The landscape remains the same, yet more desolate and murky; the precious blade whistles within its sheath.

The dragon is bound, the hero sings a tragic song, and all that remains is the sigh of the Azure Peak Sword!

A lone warrior, brave and resolute, his spirit remains steadfast even amidst the smoke of war.

A weak populace and an empty, powerful nation; elegance and refinement are lost, and we are ashamed to face our ancestors!

Vanity and prosperity bring hidden wounds, and a magnanimous heart is mistaken for a humble demeanor.

A virtuous man drifts away, his will buried in gold, his life stained with drunkenness.

The common people are speechless, lamenting their plight before Heaven!

Chang Wu and Xiao Zhengrong were unfamiliar with poetry and literature, and they didn't recognize that it was a hundred-character poem, "Nian Nu Jiao." They only felt that the song coming from this place at this time was very strange. The song started from afar, with a generous and tragic tone, and they didn't know who was singing it. However, after the first half was sung, the tone of the second half suddenly changed, becoming melodious and clear. It was actually Feng Junzi's voice! When the song ended, the singer had already come close with his sword.

The man sang as he approached, each step a sword strike, each strike taking a single person. Wherever his sword flashed, the guards in the passage seemed powerless to resist, turning into wisps of black smoke and dissipating. His song continued unabated as he moved slowly, his movements like waves parting and splitting through the black mist, obliterating anyone who stood in his way.

Xiao Zhengrong was stunned. He had never seen anyone possess such a transcendent aura, such exquisite and domineering swordsmanship! The lamps he and Chang Wu carried had dimmed considerably due to battery depletion, revealing the figure of the newcomer—Feng Junzi, wielding the Heavenly Heart Sword. Feng Junzi had been waiting outside the cave, so his appearance wasn't unexpected. However, neither of them had ever dreamed he possessed such skill, nor that his sword was so magical; the monsters Xiao Zhengrong couldn't defeat with his fists and feet had vanished under his blade.

Chang Wu was the first to react: "Feng Junzi, how did you get down here... When did you become so powerful?"

Feng Junzi ignored Chang Wu, walked past the two men, and stood in front of Momoki Kensuke. He raised his sword and said, "You two should leave here immediately, right now."

Xiao Zhengrong then realized what was happening and asked, "Feng Junzi, what exactly is going on? Who are they?"

Feng Junzi didn't turn around, and replied calmly, "They are all lingering spirits. This is a yin place. Although your skills are not bad, you are no match for them. Hurry up and leave."

Chang Wu: "Let's go. What about you? What do you plan to do?"

Feng Junzi: "Don't worry about me, I have things to do."

While they were talking, Momoki Kenjiro remained silent. From the moment Feng Junzi appeared, he had been intently watching him. Seeing him approach, Momoki Kenjiro slowly drew a long sword, gripping it with both hands, the tip steadily pointing at Feng Junzi. Feng Junzi spoke, standing motionless, sword raised, facing Momoki Kenjiro. Chang Wu was about to speak when Xiao Zhengrong waved him back, pulling him back the way they came. Xiao Zhengrong had just witnessed Feng Junzi's attack; his skill far surpassed his own. He knew that staying there with Chang Wu was pointless; it was better to seize the opportunity and leave.

Because it happened so suddenly, the two of them didn't notice the many strange things about this gentleman. Just as they reached the entrance of the passage, they saw a woman in a kimono standing there quietly, which startled them. They asked almost in unison, "Momok Rin, what are you doing here? It's dangerous here, come with us quickly."

In the dim light, the woman's figure and features bore a striking resemblance to Tao Muling, and Chang Wu and Xiao Zhengrong were surprised to find it was someone else. The "Tao Muling" woman's gaze remained fixed on the retreating figure of "Feng Junzi" in the distance, and she said softly, "I'm alright. With Master Feng here, there's nothing to be afraid of. You should go up quickly; your friends are still waiting up there..."

Part 4: A Pair of Chopsticks, Chapter 53: Integrity Doesn't Have to Be Like a Hero