"You again?"
At the stone table in the backyard of the Feather Gate, Lu Bei looked at the uninvited Fox San, glanced at the sun, and said, "Odd, aren't you supposed to be busy drugging Mu Ziwei, what are you doing at my Three Pure Peaks?"
Could it be a mission assignment!
Lu Bei suddenly perked up. If that were the case, he wouldn't be bored anymore.
"Don't mention that Mu chap. Nothing more than a promise-breaker. Took my treasure, not allowing me to touch it is one thing, but he didn't even let me see it. What's the difference between him and a bandit?"
Fox San lifted the teacup for a sip, found the tea bitter and devoid of any spiritual energy, waved his hand to take out a bag of tea leaves, summoned Hu Ming, and asked him to brew a pot.