Chen Ping stood by the riverbank, withdrawing his gaze from the surging muddy waves, and looked behind him.
The newcomer had a refined and scholarly face, appearing to be around forty years old, dressed in a dark silver brocade robe, hair draping down.
There were small bloodstains on his hands and face, unclear from where he was injured, appearing quite disheveled.
He was brought over by two disciples from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall.
"Senior Brother, no, General, when we caught this old fellow, he had already hidden in the shack of the Wild Boar Cave in Youx Mountain, using thorns mixed with pig dung as a manure pile to hide, not even minding the smell.
If it weren't for the thirty-seventh junior brother having worked as a swineherd when he was young, capable of distinguishing various strange and mixed odors, he would have been fooled."
The speaker was the twenty-ninth junior brother Shi Kai from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, whom everyone usually called Stone.
