The pavilion wrapped in silver attire, thin ice floats upon the lotus pond.
It was already the twelfth lunar month...
Yang Tiansheng and his son sat in the pavilion, blissfully tending to the charcoal stove with hot tea and roasted seeds, discussing the lively affairs of the martial world.
After rousing themselves with an animated rundown of the chain of events triggered by the death of the Five Poisons Cult Sect Hierarch Yan Shijun, Yang Tiansheng suddenly asked, "Dad, the Sect Hierarch went to the Louwailou Restaurant again, didn't he?"
Without a second thought, Yang Yinghao replied, "Seems like he did."
Yang Tiansheng chuckled, "He went to see who is stronger between Yang Ge and the man behind the Five Poisons Cult, didn't he?"
Finally catching on, Yang Yinghao narrowed his eyes and scolded in a low voice, "What are you laughing at, you little rascal?"
Yang Tiansheng quickly shook his head, "I wasn't laughing at anything."
