The cold wind howled past, whipping his robes so they snapped and fluttered, yet it could not blow away the resolve in his eyes.
After observing for a while, he leaped down from the high wall. "Xiang Kun, Lu Wen Tripod, you two will head at once to Wudang and Emei. Blood Rakshasa, Ling Lanzhi, you master and disciple go to Heng Mountain and have a talk with Nun Chixia."
