Li Ping'an moved the boulder aside and took a breath of fresh air.
He headed down the mountain as he thought.
It had been a long time since he had gone down the mountain.
Riding Old Ox, he made his leisurely way downhill.
The road at the foot of the mountain was like a fluttering ribbon.
This was a town neither large nor small, with a few people scattered along its bluestone-paved streets.
Some carried baskets on their backs, while others pushed wheelbarrows...
The passersby wore straw sandals and short tunics, with enormous woven bamboo hats on their heads.
Li Ping'an looked around, then suddenly caught an irresistible aroma and finally stopped at a restaurant.
Suddenly, the Great Dao Runes Fragment tucked inside his robe pulsed.
There were new messages in the group.
[Happy Big Boy: Have you heard? Dragon-Tiger Mountain is holding a mountain-opening ceremony.]
[Advancing Eagle: Dragon-Tiger Mountain? Didn't it fall into decline long ago?]
[Happy Big Boy: Its foundations are still there, after all. I heard the Old Celestial Master took in a very talented disciple this time.]
[Advancing Eagle: No amount of talent will help. It'll take at least another century to restore its former glory.]
[Happy Big Boy: Anyone have information on Dragon-Tiger Mountain's new disciple? I'll pay two hundred Spirit Stones.]
Li Ping'an suddenly stopped eating his steamed bun.
Two hundred Spirit Stones?
[Little Sweetheart: What kind of information?]
[Happy Big Boy: Anything will do.]
Happy Big Boy had always played the role of an information broker in the group.
Li Ping'an hesitated briefly.
Then he told Happy Big Boy some of what he knew about Qin Shi.
It was no secret. If Happy Big Boy really wanted to know, he would surely have other channels.
There was no reason to turn down free