At midnight, about ten miles outside Fan City, an abandoned bridge stood amidst the wasteland.
The old bridge was about two zhang wide, and the carvings on the bridge railing had been eroded by the wind and rain.
The center of the bridge was completely broken, leaving a gap of more than a foot, with the cut smooth, as if it had been violently chopped off by a weapon.
Through the break, one could see a large patch of overgrown grass below, the river that once existed there long dry.
A figure appeared on the broken bridge, and the moonlight cast a faint shadow.
"Where are they?" the figure muttered.
"Brother Lou is truly a man of his word." Another figure appeared silently at the other end of the bridge, dressed in black and with a handsome face.
It was none other than Li Mo, the prodigy who had shone brightly at the Martial Arts Tournament, heir to the Human King Seal.
The person he referred to was naturally Lou Yi, who arrived as agreed.
Lou Yi asked, "Where's the thing?"
