"What did he mean by that?"
Mo Li, who rushed over, asked Guo Huai with a puzzled look, scratching his head. Guo Huai too was unsure how to respond; he certainly couldn't blurt out that it was a phrase from the Omeilia Region, could he? Cursing Feng Yuan under his breath, Guo Huai said with a guilty conscience,
"I don't know, it might be some local dialect."
"Dialect?"
Mo Li found this odd, after all, according to the records on Feng Yuan, he had never left Great Li. Since being adopted by the previous master of Wolf Mountain Hall, he had always stayed in Wolf Mountain Hall, until recently when he followed Mo Li to Yongning and Nanyu.
Yao Yin glanced at the black steles and said,
"Why bother about these details? Could it be that you don't trust him?"
"No, just curious."
Mo Li said without hesitation. He wasn't making things up; there was no reason to excessively doubt Feng Yuan. Given his strength, there was no need to go to the effort of plotting against Mo Li.
