At the foot of Bread Mountain.
Silvio Reed was sitting with Gold Cicada on chairs, sipping tea.
There appeared to be no attendants around.
But in reality, within thirty miles around Bread Mountain, there were their hidden sentries.
Any slight disturbance couldn't escape Silvio Reed's secret lines.
"Gold Cicada, do you think Julius Reed can survive this time?"
Silvio Reed lifted the tea cup, lightly touched the tea water with the tip of his tongue, then closed his eyes to savor the taste.
"This tea is the best tea from Pendletoni Mountain, this water is the millennium snow water from Boulevard Mountain. Fear this is the second-best tea in the world."
Julius Reed leaned on the chair, unable to resist expressing admiration.
"Whether Julius Reed lives or dies, I dare not predict. Every time we feel he must die, but each time he survives."
