"Harsh?" Li Pingyi gave a light chuckle, picking up his tea cup and leisurely skimming away the foam with the lid. His unhurried movements formed a sharp contrast with Zhao Jinlou's breathless anxiety. "Uncle-Master Zhao, if they won't come, I honestly wasn't planning to let them play along anyway."
Without waiting for Zhao Jinlou to press further, he leisurely raised a hand and pointed toward the distant Liangjie Mountain, which was wreathed in clouds and mist like a giant dragon lying across the horizon. He asked a seemingly unrelated question.
"Uncle-Master Zhao, tell me, what is there the most of in that place?"
Chapter 230