Feng Tingdu listened and listened,
suddenly turned his head,
and with an eye-rolling look that one saves for an idiot behind him, Feng Wuyi, he said somewhat helplessly, "What does this so-called Qu Heng you're talking about have to do with me?"
While he spoke, Feng Tingdu silently walked over to a stone pavilion,
sat down, and then poured himself a cup of steaming hot tea.
After taking a sip to moisten his throat, he continued, "What do you think is the most important thing in the world?"
Feng Wuyi thought for a moment and then tentatively whispered his answer, "An army?"
Feng Tingdu, with a straight face and a hint of helplessness, stretched out his right hand and firmly knocked on Feng Wuyi's head.
After that, he pointed to the spot in front of himself.
