A single remark from Zhang Qiling dealt a heavy blow to Rongshan's pride, and all the way to the back mountain, he kept a wide distance from him.
The back mountain of Tianshi Mansion was undeveloped, consisting mostly of narrow forest paths. Even crossing the bottomless chasms required walking across ropes no thicker than three fingers.
"Chulan, do you need Fatty to help you?" Fatty asked, seeing Zhang Chulan hesitate. It was only a thirty-meter chasm, a matter of brute strength; he used to do this sort of work all the time and was quite familiar with it.
"Forget it, I'll do it myself."
"Don't look down. Focus on your footing," Zhang Qiling said, stepping up beside his son to remind him.
"Damn it, Tianshi Mansion always pulls this useless crap," a man wearing a vest, holding a girl in one arm and a cup of instant noodles in the other, said in a Northeast accent as he reached the edge of the chasm.
The man in a suit walking with him looked disgusted. "How many cups have you eaten along the way? Are you really that hungry?"
Bickering back and forth, the two of them greeted the two Xu Family brothers and leapt across the chasm.
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