On top of Guifeng Mountain, in a thatched hut, Hu Yang, wearing a sleeveless shirt and sandals, was lazily sitting on a wooden table with his legs crossed. He held a bowl in his left hand and chopsticks in his right, closing his eyes and counting something.,Huarong felt something was wrong and immediately called back, but it showed that the call couldn't get through.,Hu Yang stood with his hands tucked in, speaking calmly.。