A luxurious carriage of the Zhu Family passed by leisurely. The Mountain Master stopped in his tracks, saying nothing.
Li Ang also halted, a puzzled expression on his face.
Had it been a mere nightmare, he naturally wouldn't have mentioned it to the point of causing the Mountain Master any trouble. But that dream had been too real and oppressive, and it had occurred within Li Yuan. There was always some... ominous premonition.
Tonight seemed to be the night when the nobles of Chang'an all went out together; carriage after carriage passed in an endless stream, forming a long procession at the crossroads.
The Mountain Master remained silent, so Li Ang could only wait quietly.
"...How much of Senior Lin Liangce's books have you read?"
Suddenly, the Mountain Master spoke.
