After the people from the Tianji Sect came and went, Chen Fei had some free time. He stayed at the Base of Flying Leopard for one more day, fulfilling his duties as the Chief Instructor by guiding the members of Flying Leopard. Only then did he leave. Calculating the time, the corpse refining he buried under Emerald Lake should be about done by now...
Meanwhile, three hundred miles northwest of the Capital City, in the Tianji Sect sub-branch located deep within the endless Lingnan Mountains.
An old man wrapped entirely in bandages was attempting rehabilitation training. In his hand, he lifted a giant stone lock, slowly raising it, while one of his legs was assisted by a thick spring cord, moving back and forth with exertion. His face was covered in sweat.
This person was none other than Elder Dong Wanlai of the Tianji Sect.
