The woman lowered her gaze in a down-to-earth manner, slightly bowed her body, and retreated to the side. The middle-aged man laughed loudly: "Master Zhang is very carefree, I like this kind of straightforward person."

Chang Geng was uneasy; he grabbed Gu Yun's hand and wrote in his palm: "What if there was poison?"

Gu Yun first assumed this was a question from that traitor. He calmly replied out loud: "To poison a fragrant master who can neither see nor hear, you may have to work harder to find something that was odorless."

Chang Geng: "..."

Fortunately, Gu Yun's attitude was already very arrogant from the start. Although this sentence was a bit strange, it did not seem to sound out of place either.

At the same time, Chang Geng became even more and more certain that Gu Yun truly could not hear, and it was not at all an act.

Middle-aged man: "Please, please come take a seat."

This time, Chang Geng did not dare to mess around, conveying everything to Gu Yun in detail.

Their group of people walked into the cabin, the cold lady then began playing the instrument.

Middle-aged man: "Fortunately for us, with such a dishonorable Emperor, it has provided us with the opportunity to gather together all the talents in this world. It truly is an honor of a lifetime."

Gu Yun sneered: "Yet I feel that sitting on the same side with a group of foreign barbarians is not something to be described as 'fortunate'."

Each of his words was meant to sting; his provocative mockery seemed to accidentally further heighten his image of an exceptional genius.

The middle-aged man did not take it to heart. Obviously, for the sake of the rebellion, he had prepared to meet all kinds of freaks in this world at all costs. He only laughed and said: "One must not dwell on the minor details to succeed; these words of the Master are a bit unfair. Since the time when Emperor Wu opened up the sea route, countless things from the foreigners have been pouring into Great Liang."

"Just the Jiangnan's farming puppets alone already had the shadow of foreign force behind it. As long as it can be done, is it important whether they are Easterners or Westerners?"

As he spoke, he started to go on a rant, listing out all types of crimes and wrongdoings from the Yuan He regency until now, his voice pained.

The people that Chang Geng and Ge Pang Xiao regularly came in contact with, if not the mysterious monk of Hu Guo temple, then the grand scholar that the manor had used piles of gold to invite. This was the first time they got to hear this type of talk, feeling that it was incomparably new - none of his words would be able to withstand logic; he truly just ran his mouth, talking a load of nonsense.

Gu Yun did not speak up, only sneering.