Carrying his shoulder pole, Yang Erlang wiped the sweat from his brow and turned to Li Changgeng, who was lazily waving a cattail fan beside him.
"Taibai, do you think a fight is going to break out?"
"Most likely." Li Changgeng nodded with certainty, slowly waving his fan. "But it probably won't happen inside the town. That young man will leave on his own."
He paused and yawned.
"He may bear a striking resemblance to *that one*, but in the end, he's not him… We just need to watch from a distance. As long as Gouxian Town and that mountain tomb aren't affected, they can fight however they please…"
As he spoke, the white-haired and bearded old man casually pointed a finger at a majestic green mountain in the distance, a look of leisurely contentment on his face.
Yang Erlang nodded silently. 'He has a point,' he thought, and decided not to bother with it anymore. He hoisted his shoulder pole and went back to work.
「Meanwhile.」
