Chapter 212: The Hundred Fragrance Pavilion
"The price is quite steep, but meeting the two of you is this one's good fortune, and no amount of silver would be too much."
The scarred man spoke his flattering nonsense with a straight face and waited for Li Musheng and the hemp-robed elderly man to respond.
Before either of them could speak, however, the little girl in pink fixed her eyes on the scarred man and said, "Stop talking such nonsense. Why would my grandfather go to a place like that?"
Hearing this, the scarred man let out an awkward chuckle, and Li Musheng glanced at the little girl and said, "You understood that rather quickly for someone so young. You know quite a lot, it seems."
The little girl in pink rolled her eyes at him, saying, "If you want to go, go by yourself. Do not drag my grandfather into it."
At that point the scarred man, sensing the atmosphere at the table had grown somewhat tense, hurried to add, "The Hundred Fragrance Pavilion is not actually all that wonderful. There is really no need to..."
But before he could finish, Li Musheng gave a nod and said, "We will go. Straight to the Hundred Fragrance Pavilion."
Li Musheng had suddenly felt that what lay ahead at Falling God Peak was likely to be rather brutal, and relaxing a little before that was not a bad idea.
After all, he was no bloodthirsty fiend who took pleasure in killing. Too much killing could well give rise to certain psychological complications, and naturally required some appropriate relief and adjustment.