Li Zhiyuan felt undeserving. If Grandmaster were riding a tricycle motorbike instead of a tricycle, he might have taken it calmly and even performed as if it meant nothing.
Now, those actions couldn't be done; doing them would be pure acting.
"So young... Traveling through rivers isn't easy... No matter how much you earn... You should spend a little less..."
No sooner had the words been spoken than a gust of wind swept in peach blossom petals, covering the Sanxin Village location Li Zhiyuan had cleared with peach wood branch.
Then, at a visible speed, the peach blossoms began to decay, transforming into "spring mud," completely covering and filling the entire map drawn on the ground by the boy.
No matter how it was cleared again, nothing could be seen.
Li Zhiyuan guessed what it wanted to do.
The development of things was being pushed step by step in the direction of his "shrewd calculation."
