Although the map was not in his hands, Lin Heng had a good memory. Following the route in his recollection, he brought Martial Man and Xiao Lan northwest.
This area had been explored the most thoroughly. If they wanted to find good things, they had to cross Dongting Lake and reach the other side.
Xiao Lan was quite carefree along the way, crawling east for a bit, crawling west for a bit, darting all over the forest.
Martial Man held it in for a long time, and finally could not help saying, "Lord Lin, you were far too spineless just now. If they dared make things difficult for you, I could go over and knock them all down in a few moves. There was no need for you to hand the map over to them."
"Those old bastards' faces, just looking at them made them seem like those rotten freeloaders of the Literary Path who only know how to fawn and flatter. I really wanted to slap them with a big mouthful of palm."
"Martial Man, calm down... calm down a little! Handing the map to them was exactly what Waning Moon Divination wanted to see. I dare bet the people of Broad Communication Manor will definitely use the map to be the first to find the marked mountain caves.
And we only need to watch quietly as things change. Bad business goes first, the fisherman comes after; we just have to see what devilish scheme Waning Moon Divination is playing at."
"Lord Lin means Waning Moon Divination gave out the map to dig a pit for Broad Communication Manor?"
"Is it not? Have you ever seen meat pies fall from the sky?" Lin Heng asked back.
As his words fell, the very next moment!
No meat pie fell from