After putting away the teacups used by Nie Yaonu and Nie Baihong, Wu Qi and Lu Chengfeng sat facing each other at the stone table. The rain continued to drizzle down, and a faint breeze kept blowing through the mountaintop, while they continued drinking the hot tea. It was a rather delightful moment. Although the air was filled with a faint smell of blood after Nie Yaonu's disciples had killed all the people loyal to Yan Li in this mountain, both men did not show any uncomfortable look.
"What are the tasks for the Chief Supervisor of ore mines?" asked Lu Chengfeng while looking at Wu Qi, a little bit puzzled.
