On a snow peak of Kunxu Mountain.
The young man in the Red Robe watched the confrontation from a distance, his face darkened as he put down the giant red bow and turned to leave.
"Please wait, Eldest Young Master."
Just as he was about to leap away, a call suddenly came from behind. The young man turned his head at the sound and saw a Dragon Whisker Tiger carrying a Daoist riding the wind and landing on the snow.
"Shen Hou!" The young man frowned and said with a light reprimand.
The three words "please stay" from Shen Hou's mouth carried a unique deterrent. Although it wasn't "please stay, Fellow Daoist," it still made those in the know apprehensive.
"It's a habit, a habit," Shen Hou chuckled awkwardly, "Eldest Young Master, forgive me, forgive me."
He dismounted the Dragon Whisker Tiger and walked closer with a smile.
