"Three feet of ice lay over the abyss, and plain snow covered a thousand miles." Lu Xingkong placed a cup of clear tea before Li Mu Yang, then made a gesture inviting him to drink. Smiling, he said, "The snow this year is heavier than in previous years. After returning from Thousand Buddha Temple, the road must not have been easy to travel, right?"
"It wasn't easy." Li Mu Yang was not surprised in the slightest that the old man knew he had only just returned from Thousand Buddha Temple. I'm afraid there's nothing in this entire Tiandu City that can escape his ears and eyes, is there? "The wind and snow were both fierce, and the roads we had taken had been buried beneath the snow. We could only keep moving by having scouts constantly search out the road ahead."
Lu Xingkong nodded. "They say auspicious snow promises a good harvest. It seems the old farmers of Xifeng will have a plentiful harvest this year."
Li Mu Yang nodded. "I hope so."
Yet he felt puzzled inside. Describing Lu Xingkong as handling countless affairs every day would not be an exaggeration. He held a position of great authority and power, and surely had hundreds or thousands of official documents and matters to deal with each day. Yet he had gone out of his way to invite him here to exchange such idle chatter.
He had heard that every word spoken by a great expert contained profound meaning. Could it be that Lu Xingkong was expressing some intention he had yet to understand? Or had he already expressed his gratitude, and Li Mu Yang simply had not noticed?
Lu Xingkong lifted his teacup and carefully savored the fragrant tea within. In a deep voice, he said, "This meeting should have