Lu Tong: "Yunling is far from Shengjing, and it seems Mr. Miao has made up his mind not to return. Perhaps we will truly never see each other again."
"What's so difficult about that?" the corner of his mouth curled up, "If you'd like to see him, we could simply take a trip to Yunling in the future, and enjoy the sights along the way."
Upon hearing this, Lu Tong chuckled, "In the future? With the Marshal's daily pressing official duties, I'm afraid we'd have to wait another forty or fifty years perhaps."
Pei Yunmeng clicked his tongue, his eyelids lightly lifted, his tone suddenly frivolous, "Are you suggesting that I've been too busy recently, neglecting you?"
Lu Tong expressionless: "Delusions of grandeur."
He nodded, speaking deliberately and calmly, "Fine, after all I'm not a healer, I can only have delusions of grandeur, nothing else."
Though his words were earnest, his tone was utterly suggestive, as though insinuating something.
Lu Tong: "..."
