“Second brother, you must be joking. If I had a clue, how could I just run into you here by chance?” Li Juntang smiled, then changed the subject: “But the brothers behind you, second brother, though they look weary, their eyes are bright. Could it be you’ve stumbled upon something good?” As he spoke, his gaze carefully studied Li Guanglong, trying to spot something unusual. Yet Li Guanglong’s expression remained calm as always. He said indifferently: “Along the way, it was nothing but wind, frost, rain, and snow—nearly cost us our lives. What good fortune could there be?” “Wind, frost, rain, and snow?” Li Juntang raised his brows slightly, puzzled: “Second brother, Penglai Island does have its dangers, but my journey has been all sunshine and flowers. Where did you encounter any storms?” “I don’t know the details myself. Most likely it was one of those pocket realms written about in the old books. If not for stumbling upon an exit by chance, I wouldn’t have been able to reach this area...