East Mountain Rises Again

Under a clear sky stretching ten thousand miles, two lush green mountains rose behind them.

On the flat open ground ahead, a group of lower-class T-one residents gathered around the wooden platform, watching the two young men facing off atop it.

Young Master Huo had the handsome appeal of a mixed-race man. Though arrogant and overbearing, he possessed a wickedly charming sort of handsomeness, his features one in a million.

As for the young man in white, a smile hung at the corner of his lips as he stood casually, seeming to conceal a weight as vast as mountains and seas. Yet he also seemed like an angel descended from heaven, making people feel everything about him was beautiful and flawless.

Girl Zhang Buzai lightly licked her lips.

They were absolutely two invincible bodies.

Still, Number Eight had the edge. She did not know why, but she always felt that no one could compare to him.

She also had no idea how he had meditated such a face into existence. How many model magazines had he needed to study to take the best from every one of them?

Girl Zhang Buzai's face reddened slightly as she murmured, "Amazing."

Boss Zhao, the fat man who never acted without profit, chuckled and stepped forward to shake Liu Di's hand. "Young Master Number Eight, are you heading into the mountains today as well?"

His little eyes immediately rolled around. "If anyone else wanted to enter the mountains, I might not pay them any attention. But if it's you, I fully support it!"

Young Master Huo, holding an umbrella, frowned. "Boss Zhao, do you want him to split the ginseng mountain with me? Has water gotten into your brain? What is he supposed to be?"

The moment Liu Di stepped onto the platform, Young