Whether White Mountain is chaotic or not, Roland does not have a say, because he only skimmed the surface and did not delve deep.
He really just brushed the outskirts and left.
While elites from various countries gathered in White Mountain, risking their lives to explore, Roland was seated at the window on the third floor of the best hotel in Val City, sipping hand-ground coffee, and enjoying a massage from Lisa.
"Lisa, it seems like you really want to go to White Mountain for an adventure?"
"I, I don't." Lisa flatly denied, but her weak tone revealed her true thoughts.
"Alright, I am somewhat curious." Since she couldn't hide it, she might as well be honest.
"We can go, but not now."
Roland put down his coffee cup, closed his eyes in comfort, enjoying the perfectly firm massage, and said softly: "There are too many people in the mountain now, let's wait until they all come back."
Roland waited patiently, but little did he know he would wait for three days.
