Three factions, three schemes, no one can trust anyone, yet no one wants to let anyone slip away!
From the moment Fang Xing and Lü Xiaoyao set this plan in motion, it seemed quite unreliable, full of strangeness and oddity. Yet Fang Xing had great confidence in it. Quietly sitting cross-legged until the Three Poles of the Moon, he moved like clear smoke, noiselessly heading northwest. After a mere hundred miles, he saw a Giant Tree of Wan Ren grow like a canopy. Turning around the tree, he saw four great mountains surrounding a thousand-mile valley, which was the prearranged meeting place with Lü Xiaoyao.
