The East Flower Garden in the Xing Yi Sect was where Teng Qingshan and Li Jun were currently staying.
"Qingshan!" Zhuge Yuanhong hurriedly entered the East Flower Garden. At one glance, he saw the two people sitting nearby at a stone table—Teng Qingshan and his grandfather, Teng Yunlong.
"Zhuge Yuanhong," Teng Yunlong said, cupping his hands together as he laughed out loud and stood up.
Zhuge Yuanhong also cupped his hands together and said with a smile,"Uncle Teng." Immediately after, he looked at Teng Qingshan and said somewhat anxiously, "Qingshan, I just heard that your Xing Yi Sect is never going to contend for hegemony over the world in the future. Why are you so silly? If you announce it like that to the world, aren't you just making it so that your future disciples can only hole up in the land of those five counties forever?"
"Teacher." Teng Qingshan smiled while shaking his head. "I have my own way of thinking."
