There were four shichen left until King of Han's evening banquet.
"Tonight, either the Golden Snake Lady or the King of Han is bound to become restless."
Squatting on a stone chair, imitating Tang Wan's relaxation technique, Zhou Li pretended to be a foolish monkey, trying to calm the tempestuous surging within his heart, like the frenzied rolling of sands in a storm.
But the beleaguered Zhou Li knew in his heart that unless he now unleashed a lightning whirlwind to send the King of Han and the Golden Snake Lady off to a resurrection match, he had to straighten things out and resolve them today. Otherwise, he was most likely the one who would be heading to the resurrection match.
"Why do you say that?"
Tang Wan, squatting on the stone chair next to Zhou Li in the same funny posture, asked earnestly.
"Time."
Sitting primly on the stone chair, Zhuge Qing, like a fairy, averted her gaze and said stiffly:
