that he could have an excuse to break his legs--
This one night could not have been more nerve-wracking.
Zhang Chengling sighed quietly in his heart, and suddenly recalled that his dream all along had not been to become some peerless master. If it had not been for the sudden tragedy of the Zhang family, he, in truth, had only wanted to open a dessert shop in the future, earn enough to feed his family, perform his filial duties, and busy himself with harmoniously welcoming and sending people off each day.
He had never dared to speak of this dream. Now, he was terrified of even thinking of it alone.
At dawn of the second day, after Ye Baiyi had eaten eight steamers of buns and downed two enormous bowls of congee without pause, and just as Zhou Zishu and the other two were preparing to move to another table, he finally announced that he was bringing them into the mountains today--he had thought of a way to break the formation surrounding the Puppet Manor.