The sound of muffled thunder suddenly rolled across the sky.
Mo Duxing, who had been facing the darkness of the night alone, spoke slowly:
"It's going to rain."
Bian City rolled his eyes, feeling like his senior brother was stating the obvious.
If it weren't for the impending rain, they wouldn't have sought such a place with a roof to temporarily take shelter.
He rotated the wooden stick in his hand to heat the pancake evenly:
"Third Young Master, what do you think about the affairs of Luochun Manor?"
Chu Qing glanced at Gentle upon hearing this and suddenly asked:
"Gentle, does your father have any brothers?"
Gentle blinked his eyes:
"Yes, I have two uncles."
Chu Qing nodded:
"Gentle and I have encountered assassins twice since our journey began.
"During the first time, we managed to gather some information from the assassin. We learned that someone had arranged for them to pose as Mirror of Sin's assassins to kill Gentle.
