Skillfully taking out a cigarette, he threw it into his mouth. Fang Dun was ready to light it. But catching a glimpse of Ye Fengsheng playing with a purple jewel out of the corner of his eye, he hesitated for a moment and then chuckled, "You've joined the World Trade Organization for a long time, I forgot you can't stand this."
Ye Fengsheng said, "I know that fighting on Wudao is the business of the Wudao people, and I absolutely won't return the fire to him. What does this have to do with our monks? Who is Dong Sanyuan? Why would he go to great lengths to invite you here?"
Fang Du held the unlit cigarette without answering any of Ye Fengsheng's three questions. Instead, he continued, "This time, the battlefield on Wudao was initially set on Mang Mountain in the north. Because of my special status, Dong Sanyuan approached me earlier than others."
"What do they want you to do for them?"
Ye Fengsheng asked again, "But Dong Sanyuan offered you an irresistible reward."
