A figure in azure robes flashed out of the Patriarch Hall in an instant, like a blue-green waterfall pouring from Qingping Peak's summit down to the mountain gate.
Cui Dongshan cracked sunflower seeds and smiled. "The discussion is postponed, postponed for a moment. Let's have some tea first."
Pei Qian had originally wanted to follow her master to the mountain gate to greet Li Baoping, but the big white goose merely smiled and shook his head at her.
Qiu Du, Tao Ran, and the other recently arrived members of the Patriarch Hall, along with guest officials such as Ye Yunyun, naturally found this deeply strange. They had no idea what exalted figure could be worth Mountain Lord Chen making such a grand fuss over. It was as though even the sky falling could be set aside for now, as he had rushed straight to the foot of the mountain without a second word. He had not even been willing to spare the time to say anything in the Patriarch Hall. This did not resemble Chen Ping'an's usual manner at all.
Cui Dongshan's eyes suddenly lit up. "Eldest Senior Sister, I know who made the greatest contribution to the origins of our Luopo Mountain's traditions!"
Pei Qian glared. "Don't drag Sister Baoping into this!"
Among Luopo Mountain's younger generation, some feared Cui Dongshan, while others feared Pei Qian.
But children like Bai Xuan, who had entered Luopo Mountain much later, might not understand that whether it was the big white goose or Pei Qian, both acted differently around a certain person.
That person had once stamped Cui Dongshan's head with a seal. Pei Qian, who as a child had been able to fool several veteran constables into running in circles, had also willingly and obediently served as that person's little follower,