The wind in the mountains and forests sweeps beneath the vast sky.
A period of commemoration.
Wu Ling saw that Chen Yang and his group hadn't left promptly and, with no choice, brought them back to the village. During the journey, their conversation led to a mutual understanding.
Wu Ling, whose parents passed away one after another due to illness when he was a teenager, survived on communal meals from the villagers to avoid starving to death.
Later, Xiahou Changming arrived here and took in this lonely child as a disciple, teaching him martial arts in leisure time. Over time, Wu Ling naturally became the best fighter among the young men in the surrounding area.
"You probably haven't seen my master for some time, have you?" Wu Ling asked with curiosity.
Chen Yang nodded and truthfully told him that he brought wine and food today not for commemoration but to find Xiahou Changming for a drink because he had once promised to treat him.
