At the foot of Hidden Spirit Mountain, Li Chunsong and the others looked up, watching Chu Huaixu stride swiftly above them.
"The spiritual pressure from the mountain doesn't seem to affect him much." Nangong Yue smiled, her voice soft as southern silk.
"That's normal. This is just the foothills area. That slight discomfort means nothing to him." Li Chunsong replied.
Nangong Yue turned to look at him, asking, "Sixth Brother, you seem particularly attentive to him. Is it because you brought him and Shuangjiang up the mountain, or because he helped you win that bet?"
She was intentionally teasing.
Unexpectedly, the Charitable Gambling King was surprisingly open.
"I did bring them up here on Junior Martial Uncle's orders, that's part of it for sure. But mainly, it's because he helped me win once—I really appreciate this kid!"
"Junior Sister Jiu, you know, I lose every time I bet."
"The last time I won… that was… well, many, many years ago."
