Mo Zijin's expression returned to its original state. Shen Changqing didn't speak, because he knew Mo Zijin had more to say. Everything that had happened since his arrival at Minor Hillock Mountain had been unexpected. Mo Zijin's current state was clearly evolving in a positive direction, provided he wouldn't lose control again as he had before. If he maintained control, all would be negotiable; but if he lost it, things would become troublesome.
Mo Zijin, unaware of Shen Changqing's inner thoughts, turned around, his demeanor calm.
"Brother Shen, are you willing to listen to some of my stories?"
"I am eager to hear the details." Shen Changqing nodded.
Mo Zijin strolled to the center of the hall, gazing at the hanging calligraphy and paintings, his voice slowly spreading out.
