The young man from Ailao Mountain, with a face whose expression fluctuated between gloomy and sunny, glanced around with flickering eyes, then sneered at Huang Xiaolong. "This man will definitely encounter a bloody disaster tonight, and he's on a path to death. Now, you think telling him a couple of sentences in advance will allow him to escape danger? I don't believe in such things. I think you're just spouting nonsense, but unfortunately, I won't be fooled... Fine! Go ahead and give him your two sentences! Remember, we will follow him later, and nobody is allowed to intervene. When disaster strikes him, I really want to see how he's going to use your two sentences to turn danger into safety!"
Zeng Qi, the eldest disciple, as well as the disciples from Dragon Tiger Mountain, all looked at Huang Xiaolong with mocking eyes, as if watching a clown's clumsy performance. Indeed, it was hard for them to believe what Huang Xiaolong said.
