Chapter 286: Sitting Across and Observing Someone, Knowing for Yourself

Chapter 286: Sitting Across and Observing Someone, Knowing for Yourself

It was just a story, like an old jar of wine. Once the mud seal was broken, you could only drink it to the last drop.

This old jar of wine, this trivial matter, had been aged inside Chen Ping'an's belly for many years, like fine wine. Once opened, when it encountered the right person, there would be a fragrance of wine. And Chen Ping'an would only drink with the right person.

Lu Tai was that person he drank with.

Even with people Chen Ping'an liked, respected, and felt close to—Ning Yao, A Liang, Liu Xianyang, Gu Can, the Daoist Zhang Shanfeng—he had never spoken of this matter.

Unfortunately, after Lu Tai heard the story, he didn't seem particularly moved. In the end, he teased Chen Ping'an instead. "Telling me this, are you trying to say that a man like me, who defies convention and common sense, won't come to a good end? In the end, won't even have a grave to leave behind?"

Chen Ping'an was speechless and could only laugh. He had no choice but to jump down from the railing and return to the first floor.

For some reason, after casually chatting with Lu Tai about this old, trivial matter, Chen Ping'an felt much more at ease, as if a knot in his heart had been untied.

That afternoon, when he practiced his sword, it was still like an avalanche, but he felt less sluggish and more smooth and effortless.

After that day, Lu Tai changed his attire. He wore a jade hairpin, a blue robe, and carried a yellow bamboo folding fan. He transformed from a stunning beauty into a graceful gentleman. This was a great relief for Chen Ping'an. So, even though Lu Tai occasionally came down to the first floor to either browse through his books or brew a pot of tea while watching Chen Ping'an practice his swordsmanship seriously, Chen Ping'an didn't say anything.

Lu Tai, worthy of his reputation as the most knowledgeable disciple of the Yin-Yang School, told Chen Ping'an many things he had never heard before. For example, how fist techniques were divided into internal and external, and sword stances into spirit and intent. He also talked about points to pay attention to when polishing the fourth realm and some suggestions. After a pure martial artist broke into the Qi refining realm, how to temper the Three Souls was very particular. The Three Souls of a person: the Fetal Light is the Yang Qi of the Supreme Pure One. When a martial artist tempers this soul, it's best to choose the time of sunrise, when the morning glow is splendid. Practice boxing without slackening, and with sincere devotion, metal and stone can be moved. Perhaps by chance, the Fetal Light, one of the Three Souls, will become stronger and more vibrant.

When Lu Tai mentioned this, Chen Ping'an was greatly embarrassed and felt guilty.

At the beginning of breaking through the third realm in the old residence of the Sun Clan in Old Dragon City, a golden dragon had surged down from the morning glow cloud sea, but he had punched it back, not once, but twice.

At that time, Lu Tai was kneeling by the window. After changing his attire, he wore a tall hat and a wide belt, with flowing sleeves, exuding the elegance of a scholar. He was drinking tea brewed with the essence of the famous spring from Clearwater Lake. With his sharp mind, he immediately sensed something was off. He dug deeper, and when it came to martial arts cultivation, Chen Ping'an told him everything. Lu Tai spat out a mouthful of tea on the spot, gave Chen Ping'an a thumbs up, and said that the old masters who taught you talismans and boxing techniques, Chen Ping'an, were probably both easygoing people by nature.

Chen Ping'an asked if there was a way to remedy the situation. Lu Tai thought for a moment, drank a cup of tea, and said that when they reached Tongye Continent, they could try their luck by visiting some Martial Saint temples where gods still roamed the mortal world. In history, many astonishingly talented martial artists had stumbled upon great opportunities at Martial Saint temples, like a blind cat catching a dead mouse. Speaking of this, Lu Tai sighed. He said that before leaving home to travel, his master had told him about a young martial artist from the Great Duan Dynasty. His talent was so shocking that it even moved several Martial Saint temple gods to approach him on their own, all wanting to bestow martial fortune upon him. That guy was even more excessive than Chen Ping'an—he punched back those temple gods who were trying to show goodwill.

Chen Ping'an guessed it was likely Cao Ci, who lived in a thatched hut on the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Lu Tai casually mentioned this, both as a warning to Chen Ping'an and as a self-reflection. Whether for a pure martial artist or for those who cultivated on the mountains, luck was very important on the path of Dao, but whether you could receive it was even more important. Misfortune and fortune depended on each other. The countless examples of geniuses dying young were precisely this principle.

Chen Ping'an deeply agreed.

But then Lu Tai changed the subject and said that Chen Ping'an secluded himself too much, afraid of all troubles, never actively seeking opportunities, and only thinking about avoiding them. That was not good.

The reason Lu Tai had this "complaint," aside from Chen Ping'an's initial reluctance to have anything to do with him, also stemmed from the fact that this Treasure-Swallowing Whale had recently opened the entrance to a fourth fragmented blessed land's secret realm, allowing passengers to enter and explore. As long as a passenger paid one Grain Rain Coin, they could enter and train. Anything they obtained, the ferry would not claim, but if someone wanted to sell it on the spot for Snowflake Coins, the Treasure-Swallowing Whale would certainly welcome it.

This Treasure-Swallowing Whale was a unique possession of the Five Weapons Sect on Golden Armor Continent. This secret realm had many remnants of ancient techniques and was extremely difficult to open, with a high cost. After obtaining it, the Five Weapons Sect followed the usual practice of monopolizing it for a full hundred years. In the end, they found it wasn't worth the effort. So, the Five Weapons Sect simply opened this realm, named the "Dengzhen Immortal Realm," to the public, learning from the Pearl Bracelet Cave Heaven on Bottle Gourd Continent, charging only a toll fee.

The Dengzhen Immortal Realm had a territory of a thousand miles in radius. Even though it was a broken place, its size already matched the entire Pearl Bracelet Cave Heaven. It could be listed among the seventy-two blessed lands, and its vastness far exceeded that of the thirty-six cave heavens.

This secret realm was opened once every ten years. Only Qi refiners below the Golden Core and Nascent Soul realms were allowed to enter. There was no threshold requirement for pure martial artists. Two hundred years ago, a lucky fellow from Fuyao Continent, who was only in the Cave Mansion realm, obtained a semi-immortal weapon of great power. Feeling he couldn't keep that Divine General Halberd and that it didn't suit him, he sold it to the Five Weapons Sect. In one night, he became wealthy. After that, with his deep pockets, he forcibly piled up his cultivation to the Golden Core realm using money. Exchanging one Grain Rain Coin for Golden Core cultivation—who wouldn't envy that?

This incident caused a sensation on Golden Armor Continent. For a time, Qi refiners flocked into the Dengzhen Immortal Realm like fish crossing the river. In the early days, you needed strong connections just to get in line, and it was no longer a matter of just one Grain Rain Coin. After three hundred years of people coming and going, with various fortunes and treasures appearing, though none as exaggerated as that semi-immortal weapon, the search in the Dengzhen Immortal Realm gradually became less feverish. Still, it remained a place considered good value for money.

However, Lu Tai naturally knew that this "hot start" was likely a scheme orchestrated by a business expert for the Five Weapons Sect.

Just like that box of rouge that had become popular across several continents—it was a joint effort to cheat people.

But Lu Tai knew the ins and outs and the true depth of the Dengzhen Immortal Realm very well. His master had said that if he had the interest and free time, he might as well take a trip to see if he could pick up some cheap broken junk worth a bit of money.

Why did Lu Tai take the Treasure-Swallowing Whale this time?

Of course, the best divination hexagram and the opportunity for the Great Dao were the most important, but entering the Dengzhen Immortal Realm was also a windfall he was determined to obtain.

Lu Tai had originally strongly invited Chen Ping'an to enter the Dengzhen Immortal Realm together, to seek out immortal realms and opportunities for treasures. But in the end, even though Chen Ping'an agreed to lend him another Grain Rain Coin, he himself insisted on not trying his luck.

Lu Tai had to go in alone. Twenty days later, he left the Dengzhen Immortal Realm travel-worn and returned three Grain Rain Coins to Chen Ping'an that same day. The extra one was interest. After hearing about Lu Tai's experiences and great gains, Chen Ping'an accepted it with a clear conscience. It turned out that Lu Tai, using his family's Yin-Yang techniques, had broken the restrictions of an ancient immortal mansion. He had encountered dangers along the way but emerged safely. He almost became the master of that ancient immortal mansion, but due to the rules set by the Five Weapons Sect, he voluntarily gave up control of that blessed land mansion. He then privately traded with the Five Weapons Sect, exchanging it for Grain Rain Coins—a large pile of them. Because the Five Weapons Sect's cross-continent trade required many Minor Heat Coins and Grain Rain Coins, they temporarily owed Lu Tai a debt, which they would pay in full within half a year, with an additional bonus.

Don't think the Five Weapons Sect took a big loss. Actually, it wasn't the case. After Lu Tai successfully opened the previously useless immortal mansion, due to its abundant spiritual energy suitable for cultivation, the Treasure-Swallowing Whale's honored guests, such as Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators—earth immortals held high in the eyes of the world—would be willing to live there. The steady stream would mean the Five Weapons Sect didn't lose at all. Merchants making money—huge profits were certainly good, but this kind of stable income, a "money vein," was the long-lasting foundation for survival.

Lu Tai became the third luckiest person in the history of the Dengzhen Immortal Realm in terms of gains.

Besides that, Lu Tai obtained an ancient ascending immortal technique from the mansion and a high-grade magic treasure called the "Ao Mountain Illusion Pavilion."

Lu Tai did not sell these two opportunities.

But even though Lu Tai had proven that Chen Ping'an had missed out on a great blessing, Chen Ping'an didn't show much emotional fluctuation. He just put the earned Grain Rain Coin on the table. Occasionally, when tired from reading, he would flip the coin with his finger, letting it roll over the back of his hand. For Chen Ping'an, this was a good way to relieve fatigue, and it worked immediately.

This made Lu Tai very frustrated.

He said many earnest words, but Chen Ping'an remained unmoved.

So every time Lu Tai brewed tea, he didn't invite Chen Ping'an to drink. Of course, Chen Ping'an probably had no intention of joining either.

Lu Tai was a truly refined person. It wasn't forced; it was because he was born into a millennia-old noble clan, and an immortal's family at that, not comparable to ordinary mortal noble families. So Lu Tai's temperament was natural and effortless, both from being nurtured by a fine environment and from long exposure.

For tea competitions, the tea leaves must be fresh. The technique and teaware must be ancient. The spring water for brewing must be clear and heavy. The person drinking the tea must be pure and spiritual.

Having spent time with Chen Ping'an, Lu Tai always felt that Chen Ping'an was too rigid. So he was pure enough but lacked spirit.

He would still waste his good tea.

Just like today, Lu Tai again brought up the heart-wrenching matter of "money raining down from the sky like coins, but you, Chen Ping'an, went to hide under the eaves," and Chen Ping'an just remained silent.

Lu Tai felt he couldn't shake this blockhead. Probably about to give up persuading Chen Ping'an, he casually said some grand but empty words. But such is the unpredictability of the world—Chen Ping'an not only listened but took it very seriously.

"Chen Ping'an, when you practice boxing or swordsmanship, your mind is very settled. That's your strength. But you need to be careful: being settled doesn't mean being dead. A tranquil state of mind should not be a stagnant pool of water."

Lu Tai said this casually, even thinking it was some nonsense himself.

But for the first time, Chen Ping'an voluntarily stopped his repetitive and boring sword stances, sat down in front of him, and tried to imitate Lu Tai's posture of kneeling and drinking tea. He looked a bit awkward. Compared to Lu Tai's natural elegance, it was like the difference between clouds and mud—like an old farmer from the fields trying to sit and discuss the Dao like an old scholar, just shaking his head in a pretentious manner.

Watching Chen Ping'an strike this pose, Lu Tai found it amusing. Among the younger generation in the Central Continent Divine Land, Lu Tai, known as the undefeated tea competition master, looked askance at the uncomfortable Chen Ping'an, finding it fascinating. Under his gaze, Chen Ping'an naturally became even more uneasy.

Chen Ping'an still yearned for true scholars.

Because there was Teacher Qi, Li Xisheng, and the City God Shen Wen of the Colorful Garment Kingdom. Even Zhang Shanfeng's impromptu poetry recitations could inspire longing in Chen Ping'an.

Overcoming the discomfort in his heart, Chen Ping'an asked, "Are you saying that my state of mind has gone to an extreme?"

Lu Tai was stunned. Extremely intelligent as he was, he didn't brush it off or dare to jump to conclusions.

If it were an ordinary person, Lu Tai could casually fabricate something or say some vague right-or-wrong words.

But not today.

The two sat facing each other. Chen Ping'an had a serious expression. Lu Tai smiled bitterly to himself, feeling like he had drawn a circle to imprison himself.

But then a spark of inspiration flashed through Lu Tai. He was a bit dazed. Coming so early? He had thought that only after setting foot on the land of Tongye Continent and traveling together through various hardships and trials would this kind of opportunity arise. He hadn't expected to be caught off guard like this. Lu Tai steadied his mind, held his breath, and solemnly handed Chen Ping'an a bowl of tea. "Drink slowly. After you finish, I'll share some of my insights."

Not knowing the significance of this, Chen Ping'an treated it as an ordinary question-and-answer session to seek clarity. He nodded, took the tea bowl, and took a small sip.

After the incident at Osmanthus Island, Chen Ping'an had met the old boatman who had admired Lady Gui for hundreds of years. He was not only the first boatman on Osmanthus Island but also the only servant of Lu Chen before his ascension. Together, they had sailed the seas, traveling across the four corners of the world. At that time, Chen Ping'an had a strange dream, entering a certain book, "reading for one night." In the small world created by the old boatman at the ferry, he had a dialogue with him, to the point where the boatman said, "Don't ruin my Great Dao."

At that time, Chen Ping'an was essentially talking about the principle of a ruler's two ends.

He believed that the boatman's reasoning had gone to an extreme, seeming reasonable but actually unreasonable.

Because it wasn't perfect. It didn't match the "Doctrine of the Mean" mentioned in books.

And the root of Daoism was the four words "Dao follows nature."

So, during that dream reading, Chen Ping'an vaguely remembered someone saying that the principles of Confucianism were never at a high place, not about how high they were, but whether they were put into practice.

That person even joked, "Our Confucian sage, with such profound and lofty knowledge, once after seeking the Dao, privately sighed to a disciple, even feeling a bit ashamed, saying that someone's Dao was truly high…"

Unfortunately, Chen Ping'an couldn't remember a single word of what came after the "but." Not a single word. It was possible that the person or the book simply didn't say anything further.

Today, Chen Ping'an asked this question not to seek the Dao from Lu Tai. He hadn't thought that far.

Since practicing boxing, after reading books,

had he never thought about his own future?

Of course not. He had a sixty-year agreement with the sword spirit, the immortal sister, and now a ten-year agreement with Ning Yao.

In these two "travels through mountains and waters," Chen Ping'an had already changed from "I want this punch to be the fastest" to "This punch can be faster, but it must be the most reasonable."

One of Chen Ping'an's most weighty statements might not have been noticed by those who heard it. It was at an inn on the way back to his hometown. He said to the little girl in pink and the boy in blue, "If I do something wrong, you must tell me."

Regardless of subsequent events, like the old man in the bamboo building on Lost Soul Mountain planting countless punches on his body and soul, Chen Ping'an was always doubting himself.

But this was a step he had to take.

And his previous state of mind, or rather his elusive true heart, Chen Ping'an had also inadvertently revealed the secret in Inverted Mountain when he said to Ning Yao's parents.

That meant Chen Ping'an had been constantly negating himself.

"I haven't done well enough."

Doing poorly meant fault.

How many people in the world would be so harsh on themselves?

But this state of mind didn't form without reason. It was a necessity driven by the shattering of his Destiny Porcelain, the subsequent hardships, and various coincidences that forced Chen Ping'an to piece together a complete state of mind—both unintentional and inevitable.

If successful, it gathered into the spectacle of the sun and moon in the sky, making all stars dim.

If not, there would likely be various broken promises and disappointments.

A person without food will starve to death. But if the heart's field dries up, one will also seek death, just unconsciously. Not dying today means dying another year.

Struggling for survival, rising up in adversity and desperate situations, striving upward.

Yet quietly seeking death, overindulging, lacking restraint, the seven emotions and six desires, the restless heart—all these flaws are the peculiarities of the human heart.

The complexity of the human heart is such that even sages and immortals dare not claim to understand it fully.

Why Cui Chan lost in the town is an example.

Following this path, Chen Ping'an's state of mind became clear. It nearly cost Liu Xianyang his life—that was Chen Ping'an's fault. So if he died, that would be the end. After speaking his truths, which the other party didn't even want to hear, it would be over.

Even with the death of the effeminate man from the Dragon Kiln, it was because Chen Ping'an hadn't accepted the box of rouge that man offered.

Chen Ping'an still thought he was "wrong."

When a person truly begins to understand this world,

having seen towering mountains, winding rivers without end, seen those magnificent and lofty sights, maybe even seen the elegance of scholars, the official buildings and robes that symbolize a country's dignity, seen the impermanence of life and death, seen the seemingly heroic but actually cold-blooded ranks of iron cavalry, a person at a certain moment often suddenly feels very small.

This feeling is probably loneliness.

Sorrow is hard to share, joy is fleeting, life is nothing but goodbyes…

Chen Ping'an is actually full of fear for this world.

Liu Xianyang, Li Baoping, Gu Can—none of them are like Chen Ping'an.

Gu Can would focus entirely on revenge.

Li Baoping would find all sorts of interesting things in the world, immerse herself in her own rich inner world, almost never question herself, and certainly not easily deny herself.

That's why she could say, "How could there be anyone who doesn't like Li Baoping's Little Uncle?"

Liu Xianyang would say from the heart, "I want to see higher mountains and bigger rivers. I won't die old in this small place!"

But Chen Ping'an wouldn't. He might do many things, like taking Li Baoping and the others to Great Sui, but Chen Ping'an's state of mind would hide.

Chen Ping'an's thoughts and ideas were generally "motionless."

During his many years of firing porcelain at the Dragon Kiln, the youth had always sought steady hands, which was essentially a stubborn pursuit of a settled mind.

If his mind were unsettled, he would resent Song Jixin's wealth, envy that he had someone to rely on, and that he could study.

He would—

This was the root reason why Ruan Qiong, despite having no prejudice against Chen Ping'an, never considered Chen Ping'an a kindred spirit and was unwilling to accept him as a disciple.

This was also why Lu Tai felt Chen Ping'an lacked spiritual sensitivity.

So the state of mind that the sword spirit saw in the youth was a young child guarding a grave and a hill, wearing straw sandals.

The only "movement" was chasing a figure toward the south.

That figure was actually Ning Yao, departing on her sword.

So later, when Chen Ping'an chose to give his sword to the girl he loved, compared to his trembling, cautious journey to Great Sui, he finally had a bit more autonomous will.

"It's me who wants to walk this martial world."

I, Chen Ping'an, want to do something for myself.

So even though he envied Li Er of Old Dragon City, even after arriving at Sword Qi Great Wall and having another burden on his shoulders, Chen Ping'an's state of mind became lighter than before.

So Chen Ping'an took off his straw sandals, put on a long robe, and wanted to become a sword immortal, and one who could carve his name on the Sword Qi Great Wall.

From only daring to buy five hilltops and then immediately renting out three, thinking of giving all his belongings to the displaced Liu Xianyang, around the New Year, giving nearly half of the top-grade snake gallstones to the little girl in pink and the boy in blue… from "Since I can't keep it, I'll give it to those I care about," to now, Chen Ping'an had undergone a earth-shattering change.

All of this was hard-won.

Why had the Old Scholar of the Confucian Sage, after getting drunk, patted Chen Ping'an's head and said "Youngster, you must…"

Because the old man had seen through the youth's state of mind at a glance.

The youth shouldn't be like this. When tranquility reached its extreme, movement should arise. He should put down his burdens and easily do the beautiful things a young person should do.

But the principles of the world—hearing about them, knowing them—is one thing; how to act is another.

How to put the principles from inside and outside books into practice is extremely difficult.

Chen Ping'an drank his tea mouthful by mouthful. Just as Lu Tai was about to give his answer, Chen Ping'an suddenly spoke up: "The reason I'm not familiar with you, the reason I'm willing to lend you money again and again but not to get close to you, and even more unwilling to go to the Dengzhen Immortal Realm, is actually very simple: I'm afraid of death."

In his hometown town, facing Cai Jinjian, Fu Nanhua, and the Mountain-Moving Ape one after another, Chen Ping'an felt he had almost died once.

In the Dragonfish Ditch, that was the second time.

Bad things don't happen three times.

Chen Ping'an slowly put down his empty tea bowl and smiled. "Whether you believe it or not, I've never been able to hold onto good things that come by luck."

He continued, "I was just thinking. Maybe I was right before, but if I'm still like this now, then I'm wrong. If I want to go further on the path of cultivation in the future, I need to slowly correct it."

Lu Tai had a strange expression, somewhat solemn.

He had just used his Lu family's secret mind-reading technique to peek into Chen Ping'an's state of mind.

Chen Ping'an picked up the tea bowl again. "Can I have another bowl?"

Lu Tai said irritably, "Do you think this is alcohol?"

But he still refilled Chen Ping'an's bowl.

Chen Ping'an continued, "But I don't think I was wrong not to go to the Dengzhen Immortal Realm with you. If I had gone with you, it might have cost you your earnings. Now, you've made a lot of money, and I've earned three Grain Rain Coins. That's pretty good."

Lu Tai had long stopped drinking tea himself. He placed his hands on his knees and laughed. "Two of those were lent to me. You only actually earned one."

Chen Ping'an hesitated for a moment, then spoke honestly. "I think it's three."

Lu Tai didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

So this guy had never even considered that he would pay back the money?

Chen Ping'an drank his tea, which he probably couldn't appreciate anyway, and said softly, "You have to leave some room. If you miss something, you miss it. You can't try to get everything and have it all. Lu Tai, what do you think?"

Lu Tai was stunned, then burst out laughing. "Chen Ping'an, you're actually avoiding the 'one'!"

Chen Ping'an drank his tea, completely baffled.

Lu Tai then looked indignant. He leaned forward, snatched the tea bowl from Chen Ping'an's hand, waved his sleeve to put away all the tea utensils, stood up angrily, and glared at Chen Ping'an. "Going up to the balcony to observe the Dao, who really observed the Dao? Who sealed marquis with paulownia leaves? You know all that! What's a little marquis sealed with paulownia leaves like me? Nothing! I've been ripped off!"

Lu Tai noisily climbed the stairs and left, making the steps creak.

Chen Ping'an scratched his head in confusion, feeling completely at a loss.

For a long time after that, Chen Ping'an suffered a bit. Lu Tai changed back into women's clothing, dressing up gaudily and even flirting, coming to the first floor every day to deliberately annoy Chen Ping'an.

No matter how good Chen Ping'an's temper, he couldn't stand the endless makeup, the delicate gestures, the nauseating winks and coquettishness. So one morning, when Lu Tai sat on the railing humming a tune, Chen Ping'an punched him into Clearwater Lake.

Lu Tai, soaking wet, flew out of the water. Forcing himself not to use his two natal flying swords, Needle Tip and Wheat Awn, to stab Chen Ping'an to death, he finally refrained. Instead, he just cursed at Chen Ping'an. "Is this how you treat your half-way preacher?! Do you have any conscience, Chen Ping'an?"

But when he mentioned "preacher," Lu Tai clearly lacked confidence. However, when he accused Chen Ping'an of being heartless, he did so with righteous indignation.

After that, Lu Tai ignored Chen Ping'an.

Time flowed quietly. When this Treasure-Swallowing Whale arrived at the ferry of the Planchette Divination Sect on Tongye Continent, it was dawn. Chen Ping'an went to the third floor to remind Lu Tai it was time to disembark.

But the room was already empty.

Chen Ping'an didn't think much of it. What a strange person.

So he left the Treasure-Swallowing Whale through its underwater exit and stepped onto the land of Tongye Continent.

Chen Ping'an walked onto the ferry and stomped his feet.

It was like the first time he had walked from Mud Vase Alley to Fortune Street, from a muddy dirt road onto a blue stone road—full of novelty.

Without Lu Tai by his side, Chen Ping'an felt it was fine. Even though thinking that way was somewhat unfair to the guy.

Just as he was walking briskly and lightly, next to a bustling shop at the ferry, he saw a familiar figure. Chen Ping'an immediately grimaced.

Lu Tai, now back in a blue robe and long gown, with a jade belt and hairpin, was squatting by the roadside, gnawing on a meat bun. When he saw Chen Ping'an, he turned his head and looked at a stray dog squatting beside him, staring at Lu Tai with eager eyes.

Lu Tai tossed the meat bun in his hand to the dog.

He then raised an eyebrow at Chen Ping'an.

Chen Ping'an walked over. Lu Tai was still eating the thin-skinned, savory meat bun, shaking his head in a way that was very annoying.

Chen Ping'an first bent down to pet the dog's head, then directly kicked Lu Tai.