Chapter 22

In the cold darkness of the night, Zhi RenXiao, with a dark turban covering his face, moved swiftly toward the towering mountain peak. There, he met Xiao Ming, the figure he had been expecting. The cold wind whispered, carrying the scent of mystery and threat. “We meet again for the second time today,” said Xiao Ming, his voice hoarse, full of riddles. “I rejected your wicked plan earlier. However, I have a new strategy. Are you interested in hearing it, RenXiao?”