Zhou Heng's timing was impeccable; had he arrived a day later, Zhong Yutian and the others would have already set out.
Early the next morning, Sang Qingshan took Zhou Heng on the road to rendezvous with Zhong Yutian and his group.
They were neither the first nor the last to arrive. Seven people had already gathered before them, hailing from three different families. There were both young men and women, but all seemed to be in their teens or twenties.
—In the world of martial artists, age can no longer be judged by ordinary standards. As long as they look young, that's all that matters.
"Oh, Sang Qingshan, your injury has healed!" Upon seeing Sang Qingshan, lively and healthy, the seven showed expressions of surprise.
They had witnessed the fight between Sang Qingshan and Zhong Yutian. They clearly understood Zhong Yutian's intentions and the injuries Sang Qingshan suffered. How could he recover without a month or two of recuperation?
