"You're older, with a long history, so you might not have heard the story of 'Yu Gong Moves the Mountain', right?"
Wen Yan took out his phone, searched for the story, and recounted it to the Mountain Ghost according to what he found.
"Did you get anything from that?
Do you think I'm also playing the game of endless descendants with you?
You're overthinking. I'm just afraid you're too ignorant to know what's about to happen next.
I'm kindly telling you in advance; what's about to happen is a modern version of moving mountains.
It should be quick, maybe too quick for you to celebrate a funeral feast.
Do you understand?
Now you can start being afraid."
Wen Yan felt the changes in the mountain's aura and chuckled.
Understanding fear is good, otherwise, with the Mountain Ghost's insight, he probably wouldn't take the ordinary people gathered here seriously, nor would he know that the ones truly sending him to death are those ordinary people he wouldn't even glance at.
