The carriage jostled.
Jiang Qihu didn't bother with pleasantries with Xie Xuanyi; once past the mountain gate, he promptly settled into the carriage.
The carriage was narrow, the space already limited.
With the clumsy tiger aboard, Jiang Huang was forced to shift his position.
"This is indeed comfortable."
Jiang Qihu chuckled as he squeezed next to Jiang Huang, "On True Hidden Peak, a bunch of big shots crowd together to drink tea. I've always detested crowded places in my life — such places feel like sitting on pins and needles, and even a moment longer is discomforting."
It was evident last time at the Wave Viewing Pavilion.
Over the years, Jiang Qihu had remained unchanged, poor at socializing, and even though he operated in the Imperial City, under the guidance from the archive, he still maintained a "childlike heart."
"So, you came to find me at the mountain gate?"
Xie Xuanyi sighed.
"It is in deference to the teacher's orders."
