"I think it's alright," Li Ang spread his hands. The features on his face visibly shrunk, enlarged, moved, and rotated at a noticeable speed, just like the characters in Picasso's abstract paintings.
Damn.
Wanli Fengdao and Xing Hechou looked horrified. Even Liu Wu Dai raised his eyebrows a bit.
"Anyway," Li Ang cleared his throat, his facial features settled back into place, the movement appearing slow but happening quickly. "According to the intelligence I've gathered, the Annam Diplomatic Corps that will arrive in Lvzhou City in two days will be stationed and resting at Yongling Temple in the east of the city. The Corps is huge and has a special mission, making it unsuitable to stay in places like post houses or inns."
"Yongling Temple?" Wanli Fengdao smacked his lips. "Does the head monk there have Mana?"
