Shaolin Temple, Main Peak
The scenery remained as beautiful as ever, with the same silver veil covering everything. The ground, buildings, even outside the Buddhist bell, were coated with a thin layer of white snow. The pine trees stood erect, the universe vast and cold.
A ripple appeared in the sky.
In an instant, a figure emerged, Wang Anfeng, dressed in black. Almost as soon as he appeared in the Shaolin Temple, he could no longer maintain his disguise. Accompanied by the slight sound of cracking bones, he reverted to his original appearance while still in mid-air.
Then he fell directly toward the ground, about to crash hard when Hong Luoyu grabbed his collar, easing the momentum and sparing him the painful fate of his face hitting the ground.
Hong Luoyu was dressed in white as always, but now finally had mechanical legs, unlike before when he seemed ghostly.
