Chapter 209: How High?
The little girl in pink, steamed bun in her left hand and braised beef in her right, came back to her senses and shouted indignantly where she stood, "On what grounds?"
Li Musheng pointed at the horse he had led over, saying, "This horse of mine is worth considerably more silver than your mule. You are getting the better end of the deal and still making a fuss. For someone so young, you have no sense of gratitude whatsoever."
With that, Li Musheng paid no further attention to the fuming little girl on the ground, took the map from the horse's back, and swung himself up onto the mule.
"Grandfather, look at him!"
The little girl turned her indignant face toward the hemp-robed elderly man beside her. The two of them exchanged an almost imperceptible glance, and then the hemp-robed elderly man's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at Li Musheng.
At that point Li Musheng looked down at the map in his hand, and the dense tangle of routes and markings across it immediately made him furrow his brow.
He thought for a brief moment, then looked toward the scarred man and the Tin Mountain Blade Sect disciples kneeling on the ground in trembling terror, saying, "You are heading to pay your respects to the Seven Saints Peak Master and deliver birthday gifts. As it happens, I also need to pay that place a visit. You can show me the way."
Hearing this, the scarred man raised his ashen face and cast a shaking glance at Li Musheng, then let his eyes slide toward Hu Rui'an not far away.
He had watched firsthand as Hu Rui'an casually cut down the Falling God Peak martial artists, and had a very clear idea in his mind of how terrifying that level of strength was.