The Turtle Mountain Taoist, like Xiang Lin, said with grievance: "I am really stupid... really..."
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The Soul Shepherd City in the mist is still suspended in the air, and over ninety percent of the survivors from Mingjiang Prefecture have flocked here, crowding the four main streets of the Donkey Shed.
Zhou Xuan was three kilometers away at the Bell Tower, gazing at the situation in the Donkey Shed.
On top of the Bell Tower, Pan Mountain Eagle was serving tea to Zhou Xuan. This rooftop was where Pan Mountain Eagle had been working these days after the disaster.
Every day he released eagles to inspect Mingjiang Prefecture, and to dispel boredom, he had set up a tea table, stove, and sofa on the rooftop.
Now these luxuries were being enjoyed by Zhou Xuan.
"This tea is nice, Lao Pan, you know how to enjoy life."
Zhou Xuan praised, swirling the tea.
"As long as the big master enjoys it. But, when will that colorful play start? I'm kind of looking forward to it."
