"Those bandits have spent years living in the Old Land; they know the paths, the people, and the rules. Attempting to storm their mountain stronghold in the Old Land is nothing short of a fairy tale."
"We must make the trip. Even if we can't defeat them, we at least need to know where they live, so we can find an opportunity to deal with them later." Li Banfeng was truly set on clashing with Iron Sheep Mountain.
"I genuinely don't know where Iron Sheep Mountain is. We should ask around."
Ma Wu went to gather information about Iron Sheep Mountain, while Li Banfeng, pushing the Phonograph, began to pull up hooks on the plot of land.
He first placed the record on the turntable, wound the spring fully, positioned the needle, flicked the switch, and then, pushing the Phonograph, began to sprint.
"Pretense, pretense, why must people live in pretense? You want to look, you're going to look, so look closely and see clearly..."
