Chapter 25: Beware of Yang Dong

The sunlight illuminated the camp, and the martial artists left their tents in twos and threes. Some greeted each other; others stretched their limbs.

After putting on the martial artist clothing and bamboo hats, Li Changhe and his three companions managed to blend in with the martial arts forces as members of the Changhe Sword Sect.

Now, they were all feeling sore and aching as they left the animal skin tents.

The space was too small, making it very uncomfortable to sleep. The four men squeezed into two animal skin tents, which was unbearable.

Li Changhe muttered, "Who the hell kicked me in the face last night?"

He Feng covered his belly with a pale face and said, "Why does it feel like someone punched me?"

"Oh," Moon God rotated his arm and responded, "I had my arm locked by someone in a joint technique, and it almost got snapped. I instinctively threw a punch. Could that have been me?"