After the winter hunt ended, the bustling Bear Tiger Mountain was completely deserted.
The ground was covered with wild beasts, naturally handled by the servants from the Servant Room.
Luo Fang swung his whip, cracking it loudly in the air. The servants quickened their steps, not daring to slack off for fear of the whip landing on them.
The uncle and nephew walked side by side at ease, without any heavy burdens, whispering about the incident just now.
"You worthless thing, look at Li Xian, and then look at yourself. Just seeing you makes me angry."
"Uncle, I've figured it out. Master Li is someone we can't compete with. Losing to him wasn't because I'm useless, but because he's too fierce."
"You worthless thing, how dare you bring this up? If it weren't for you, would he have what he has today?"
"Uncle, even if you replaced me with a young you at that time, you might not have won either."
