Many years have passed. I have come back at last, the old blue steed still carrying me home. I hear you are lo…
Many years have passed. I have come back at last, the old blue steed still carrying me home. I hear you are looking into the Palm Strike Master's trail. That matter reaches back thirty years into the jianghu, and in all of Peachgrove Pass, only I still know of it. Meet me in the deep of the grove at mid-morning.