The night was cool as water.
The scenery of Lu Ban Mountain, although not adjacent to the sea and as beautiful as Luojia Mountain, was more winding and undulating, majestic and spectacular.
A single Lu Ban Mountain could fill an army of a hundred thousand.
This saying was a true portrayal of the mountain's easy-to-defend but hard-to-attack nature.
Of course, this also made the Lu Family feel like they were sitting on pins and needles, as if they could always feel the scrutinizing gazes cast from the Phoenix Palace.
Gongshu Wuyu pushed open the gate of a villa's courtyard, stepped inside, and saw a scholarly middle-aged man wearing glasses, busy in the kitchen wearing an apron.
The frying pan hissed and sizzled, peanuts plump and round, gradually turning a golden brown.
Gongshu Wuyu looked around and asked out loud, "Where's the cook? How can they let the dean personally cook?"
