Plucking the Hair From A Tiger’s Head
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After reaching White Fog Peak, he would have to climb the mountain. Those things could still be arranged according to the direction in the carriage, but now that he had to climb the stairs, it was naturally impossible.
Therefore, he asked the servant of the Meng family to help carry these lamps. It was the same for the scissors and other items.
There were many stairs on White Fog Peak, and he did not get close to them even after rushing all the way here. He finally reached the last step, but another one was actually extinguished.
He was so angry that he felt uncomfortable.
"Young Master Jiang, it's all my fault. There are too many steps, and I accidentally tripped…" the servant looked anxious and fearful.