"Who was that guy? How dare he call you Little Anzi? Could it be he's never experienced the thrill of a barbarian flipping the table?"
Inside the enormous Steel Fortress, Mu Shaoan, Great Emperor, Turtle, and Xiao Wuwang were drinking and chatting merrily. Each of them downed in one gulp a huge wineglass that could hold a kilogram of liquor.
Xiao Wuwang was the one who had spoken. His tone was relaxed and brimming with curiosity.
The group burst out laughing, with Mu Shaoan laughing especially heartily.
"That's my cousin. You know him, right? He took in two strange disciples. One is a table—a real table—and the other is a Braised Meat Dragon."
"Haha, a table and a Braised Meat Dragon? Are they trying to make a pair? They're only missing someone to eat at the table."
"Exactly. Add someone to flip the table, and they'll have a complete mahjong set."
The group laughed without restraint, finding it all very amusing. They drank until their ears grew hot, when Great Emperor suddenly received a message and said delightedly, "Arthur and the others are here. They're asking where our assembly point is."
"Let's go here."
Mu Shaoan casually tapped a spot on the virtual map, but it was a full eight thousand li away from Zhang Yang's small city.
Great Emperor, Turtle, and Xiao Wuwang were all clever people. They immediately turned to look at him.
"Count this as me acknowledging the bond between us brothers. Keep it a secret, will you?" Mu Shaoan said casually.
"To what extent?" Turtle asked.
"I've never had a cousin, and none of you have ever seen Chentang Pass. Even if I die or disappear someday, this matter never existed, and this person never existed—unless you have absolute proof that I betrayed Human Civilization completely."