"If Tian Wei fights against Liang Yuan, I wonder how the people from Martial King Pavilion will choose sides."
"Heh, it'll be interesting then."
...
Hong Fu listened to everyone's discussions, his lips curling slightly, a face full of smugness.
Liang Yuan's group can't be allowed to stay, especially not near Phoenix Temple.
Otherwise, with these hundred plus people developing, Phoenix Temple will be in danger.
Monsoon, along with Wang Xiao and Han Ben, took Hong Fu's handwritten letter and quickly left Phoenix Temple, heading toward the mining area.
...
"The wind strives like pulling mountains, the rain pours like breaking rivers. The leaking roof cannot hold, the windows all creak. The ravens fall dead to the ground, chickens and dogs are silent. The old and sick have no place to hide, rising and sitting only sighing in shock."
Meihai Garden, Xiangming Tea House.
Li Yuefeng looked at the raging storm outside, couldn't help but recite a long poem, feeling wistful.
