"Martial Uncle Shen Hao?" Gu Zhao sent a message through the Five Thunders Order. "An old man has come to Sanmao Mountain looking for you."
"Who is it?" Taoist Shen Hao asked.
He was still at Black Rock Mountain with Taoist Yan Song, slowly grinding away the residual Demonic Qi that permeated the earth for tens, even hundreds of miles, an area nearly the size of a small grotto-heaven.
It was a slow task that required patient, meticulous effort. That's why, even half a month after the great battle at Black Rock Mountain, he and Taoist Yan Song had only managed to clear about half of it.
"An old man named Chen, about your age. He's likely an old soldier. Says you saved his life when he was young."
"I saved a lot of people when I was young." Taoist Shen Hao chuckled. "I lived through the war years, after all. Since ancient times, Daoism and medicine have gone hand in hand, so I ended up saving quite a few people."
"So, do you want to come see him?" Gu Zhao asked.
