Although it seems as if I clash with my old man, listening to these words makes some peculiar feelings stir within Martial Saint's heart.
"Uncle, since you're here, stay for a few more days."
"Hehe, that's not important. Just seeing the kids is fulfilling enough."
Wu Guangjiang looked out the car window at the dense iron forest and the grand buildings that seemed endless even when glancing upwards, gently and rhythmically patting his thigh.
"It's no wonder people online say so much about East Sea. Living here must be quite stressful."
Martial Saint frowned slightly, suddenly feeling that his lifelong debating partner was acting somewhat unusual.
Hmm.
It must be an illusion.
Nearly an hour later.
A tower-like building appeared in view.
Wu Guangjiang started to explain once more to his uninformed wife, "Do you know what that is?"
"Oriental Pearl."
Wu Guangjiang choked up, as those who love showing off know, this feeling is quite unpleasant, "How do you know?"
