"Hm?"
The old men and women aboard the Flying Boat paused, then all turned to look at Lu Qingshan.
Lu Qingshan immediately began to stammer. "Well... um..."
As their gazes grew increasingly strange, he could only stiffen his neck and bite the bullet. "This is my eldest nephew."
Then he pointed at Bai Jin'er beside Chun Xiaobai. "This is my niece."
"And, uh, the one waving the fan is my second nephew."
He pointed at Bai Yutang, then at Fang Yuan. "And this little fatty is my third nephew."
"Oh!" Understanding dawned on everyone.
So they were Lu Qingshan's relatives.
That explained it.
After all, they were going to haul treasures out of an ancient secret realm. Bringing his nephews along meant keeping the rich waters from flowing into outsiders' fields.
Chun Xiaobai's face, however, darkened on the spot.
Damn you!
Since when did I become your eldest nephew? You could've at least warned me first!
Lu Qingshan pretended not to notice his expression.
He had brought the people here, anyway. How they were arranged next was Chun Xiaobai's business. What did it have to do with him?
Naturally, Chun Xiaobai also understood that the old rascal had left him a tricky problem.
Still, he couldn't be bothered to argue.
As long as they could fight, that was enough.
As for whom they would fight?
It certainly wouldn't be him, the Mountain King.
One of the old men looked past Chun Xiaobai and saw Zhang Xuanhe and the others standing with their backs to them, basking in the sun as though nothing were happening.
The old man frowned.
"What relatives of Lu Qingshan's are those old fellows?"
"His uncles?"
"Or his fathers?"
An old woman beside him looked over too, suddenly finding those figures somewhat familiar.
She narrowed her eyes