"Li Huowang? Did you need something from me?" Sun Baolu asked cautiously.
Li Huowang jerked his chin toward the outside, leaned his crutch under his armpit again, and limped off that way. "Come on, let's have a private chat."
Sun Baolu stood there anxiously, hesitated for a bit, then finally started to follow.
As night fell, the streets between the tents outside grew pitch-dark, with hardly any people moving about.
A biting cold wind stirred the hem of Li Huowang's robe, and the sleeves of Sun Baolu's coat behind him.
At that moment, Sun Baolu's face looked a little grim, thinking about how he could answer Li Huowang's questions. He hadn't expected that the casual lie he told would be found out so fast.
"Stop wasting time, we've got to hit the road tomorrow. Why'd you say that bone was from a horse? Just how much have you kept from us?"
