(Happy Lantern Festival, everyone. May the Year of the Dragon bring great fortune~)
Chen Ping'an of Vast Heaven and Earth, Luopo Mountain of Treasure Bottle Continent—unseen, they had become ground the School of Military had to fight over.
Like that mighty city and great fortress hailed as the waist and spine of the world, no matter how immense the tide of events, it could not be bypassed.
If one wished to know the answer to the riddle, one had to ask this mountain and this man.
The old scholar was worried and distressed. He lightly twitched his nose and sniffed, as though opening a Military Book and catching the heavy scent of gunpowder. What was to be done?
The matter was of grave importance. Xiao Mo and Xie Gou immediately hurried into the courtyard, only to hear the old scholar quietly remind him, "Xianyang, remember: don't act rashly."
Liu Xianyang deliberately put on a stern face. "Don't worry. The axemen only start chopping after the cup is smashed as a signal."
Xie Gou rather admired Liu Xianyang's composure. This fellow really did have a heart as big and broad as the sky.
That Jiang She fellow came whenever he pleased, and their own Mountain Lord fought whenever he pleased. Neither of them was the polite sort.
Showing up empty-handed was already irritating enough, yet you two were something else. Not only had you failed to seize the chance to become relatives, you were acting like Debt Ghosts instead. How was this mess supposed to end? Xie Gou was full of stifled anger and could not help shooting Wu Yan a sidelong glance. The latter returned it with an apologetic smile for her friend. Sorry, Fellow Daoist. You had been dragged into this.
The old scholar laughed dumbly and patted Liu