"Let's go down the mountain too!"
Everyone looked over and saw Wei Jing stride over.
Everyone hurriedly paid their respects to Wei Jing, and Su Luo reluctantly followed suit.
Behind Wei Jing, there were a group of followers and a few sedan chair bearers, carrying two slidepoles.
These were specially made, different from the simple slidepoles of the two mountain men. The slidepoles resembled small palanquins, surrounded by thin gauze on all sides.
They not only allowed for ventilation, but also blocked miscellaneous views.
Moreover, the slidepole looked extremely exquisite and comfortable.
Obviously, he couldn't use two slidepoles by himself.
Bai Zi mused. Wei Jing had shown her a lot of favor in the past. If she hinted her interest, he should probably offer the slidepole to her!
It was getting late, and she didn't want to stay on the mountain any longer.
Li Sisi and Liu Mianmian claimed to be close friends, but they were mere stepping stones.
