And with a pleasant demeanor:
"When Zhao has time to come and enjoy Mount Hua, if you feel like it, we can drink all we'd like then."
Zhao Rong laughed and agreed.
Linghu Chong couldn't help but smile on the side.
'It seems, if one achieves what Zhao has, then drinking isn't considered wrong in the eyes of master and mistress.'
He thought this for a moment, then looked towards Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze.
Thinking of how master and mistress had raised him and taught him martial arts, just like his own parents.
Now that Mount Hua faced a great calamity, and he was helpless to ease their worries, feelings of infinite self-reproach arose in his heart.
He asked, "Master, when do we set off?"
Yue Buqun glanced at the sky, "If there's no rain tomorrow, we'll leave early."
Ning Zhongze knew Linghu Chong all too well. Hearing something off in his tone and seeing his expression, she couldn't help but ask:
"Chong'er, do you have any thoughts?"