"Ah, so that's how it is! So that's how it is!" Duomaiti suddenly started speaking in a scholarly tone.
"Hey! Old Man, say it already! Hurry up and tell me, why was it my reminder? You really know how to make people anxious." Hearing Duomaiti's excited words, Zhou Ke also lost his usual composure for a moment and wanted to know what Duomaiti had thought of.
But after Zhou Ke asked several questions, Duomaiti only cared about being pleased with himself and had no intention of telling him, making Zhou Ke so anxious that he wanted to give the old man a couple of hard slaps.
Maybe a couple of slaps would sober the old man up and make him tell the truth properly!
With that in mind, he rolled his wrists, preparing to give him a slap across each cheek. Duomaiti seemed to notice Zhou Ke's movements and immediately shuddered. Then he chuckled foolishly and said, "Mr. Zhou, please don't be anxious. I was just happy. I suddenly thought of how to find Xiye Ancient City, so I couldn't control myself."
Duomaiti had a fairly accurate grasp of Martial Artists' mindsets. He knew what kind of people they were. Although they would not casually send an ordinary person to receive a lunchbox, they could beat people as they pleased. As long as they did not beat someone to death, beating them half to death was not a problem.
"Speak, now!" Zhou Ke glared at Duomaiti.
"You just said that the moon would not be very bright tonight. That reminded me of what happened more than ten years ago. We encountered a sandstorm then as well, and after traveling some distance, we came upon Xiye Ancient City as the sun was setting," Duomaiti said.
"You've repeated that several times already.