"Why is there no lantern hanging here? How strange, I clearly remember hanging a lantern right here."
Hearing this, Tang Mo lived up to his name and fell into silence.
Zhao Da did not seem to mind. He scratched his head and said, "I'll go back and find another one... Lanterns are running low, this is terrible. Where else can I find a lantern of such exquisite craftsmanship?"
Chapter 87