Chapter 468 (1): Riding Atop a Sword to the Ancestral Hall
The young swordsman carrying a sword on his back once again traversed through that low and familiar mountain range as he traveled to the Colorful Garment Nation. This area had appeared lifeless and ghostly when he had traversed it with Zhang Shanfeng before, but there was no longer a permeating murderous aura anymore. Of course, it wasn't an outstanding place filled with abundant spiritual energy, but it was at least filled with green mountains and limpid waters and much better than what it had once been.
Chen Ping'an continued forward relying on the path in his memory, and he finally arrived at a familiar old estate when night had already fallen. The two stone lions were still guarding the main entrance which had undergone some slight changes, with couplets decorating the two sides and colorful door gods plastered on the doors.
He knocked on the door and waited patiently.
An elderly woman who was hunchbacked and holding a lantern in one hand opened the door with some difficulty, and she saw a tall young man smiling brilliantly under his bamboo hat. He also appeared slightly skinny, and the sword on his back made him look like a wanderer whose travels had led him to these mountains.
The elderly woman was deathly pale, making her look quite scary in the darkness of night.
She tried her best not to frighten the visitor, especially since the estate had already overcome many difficulties and had turned disaster into fortune. Because of this, there was no need to purposely scare away mortal humans, lest they be implicated in the estate's troubles.
"Young Master, are you looking for temporary accommodation?" the elderly woman asked in a quiet voice.
The young man smiled and replied, "Not only am I looking for temporary accommodation, but I'm also looking for some wine and a large bowl of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots."
The elderly woman faltered for a moment before being overwhelmed with emotion. There were tears brimming in her eyes as she asked in a quivering voice, "Are you Young Master Chen?"
The visitor was none other than Chen Ping'an who was traveling south by himself.
Chen Ping'an smiled faintly and asked, "Are you still holding up well?"