When everything was over, Zheng-Fu immediately unraveled his hidden dimensional magic to restore the former pavilion and garden, which shocked the rest of them once again. But they soon stopped thinking about it because every time they met Zheng-Fu, he had shocked everyone countless times.
As for Yong-Lei-Tu, his elder brother ordered a servant to take him to his room to recuperate. So, at the pavilion, only Zheng-Fu, Guan-Sun-Long, Yong-Dai-Shi, and Ming-Mang-Shi were still talking. And it was Zheng-Fu’s true desire as well to talk to the three of them personally.
“Alright, let's get to the point,” Zheng-Fu cut off everyone's conversations to get to his point.
Get to the point!?
“What is the point, Zheng-Fu?” Guan-Sun-Long questioned.
“That's right, Zheng-Fu, what is the point?” Ming-Mang-Shi was also curious and asked.
As for Yong-Dai-Shi, he did not ask; he just sat and waited for the answer.