"Mr. Sun, the remains should be near Wanjiang City, but we need to search slowly."
Leng Tieya poured two cups of tea, handed one over, and sat opposite him: "Then where in Wanjiang City, is it to the east, west, south, or north?"
"I don't know." Miao Qingjie took the tea cup and sighed: "And I don't know how far either."
Leng Tieya frowned: "Then how do we find it?"
"By luck, by intuition." Miao Qingjie said helplessly: "If it were really that easy, it wouldn't be our turn to find it. The legend has been around for tens of thousands of years."
Leng Tieya chuckled: "Young Master Miao, you're here to relax, right? Maybe try your luck, catch a net whether there are fish or not?"
Miao Qingjie laughed: "Actually, there is a bit of a basis for it."
Leng Tieya laughed: "Then I wish Young Master Miao good luck in finding it."
"Mr. Sun, are you not interested in these remains?"
Leng Tieya smiled: "I can't join the Star-picking Cliff; even if I have an interest, it's of no use."
