At the summit of Mount Xihua, Pang Feng marveled at the transformation of the peak.
Last time he had been here, it had been a desolate wilderness, but today, the plane was covered with a red carpet, constructed like an enormous plaza. Above the plaza, platforms rose one after the other, all surrounding an empty space in the middle, much like a stadium.
By this time, the platforms were already filled with many people. The most eye-catching group sat directly opposite, a bunch of Japanese clad in samurai attire, tittering and chattering noisily, exuding an insufferable arrogance that filled any onlooker with immediate revulsion.
"Dammit, what's so great about these little Japanese squashes? I'll deal with you lot later!" Yao Hui raised an eyebrow and remarked coldly, his voice brimming with annoyance. His entourage, too, was visibly agitated.
