Oh dear, the people of Xiling are still too indifferent to each other.
They've been falling short of Freljord for ages—where everything can be resolved with a "bottle cap" and a "sorry, brother." Envious.
Isn't it ridiculous?
But since Uncle Yan doesn't want to go himself, I might as well find a chance to visit him some other day.
"Lin Li?"
"Eh!" Hearing someone call his name, Lin Li's thoughts were interrupted from contemplating how to torment Uncle Yan. He looked back towards the source of the voice, "Grandma Zhang, what's up?"
It was Zhang Fang, now looking at him with a curious expression.
"Wow, it really is you!" Zhang Fang looked slightly surprised at the little dusty figure in front of her. Confirming it was Lin Li, she raised an eyebrow:
"Even Grandma couldn't recognize you just now. What are you up to, making yourself look like this? Are you okay?"
"Oh, Grandma, I'm totally fine." Lin Li quickly reassured her and pointed to the materials in front of him to explain:
