Imitation Show

Pan Yun across from them:...

The three of them fixed their bright eyes on Pan Yun and silently counted.

After three breaths, all three charged at her with treasured swords in hand.

"Pan Yun" flew into a rage. "Why was I discovered again?"

Miao Zhen said, "My Junior Martial Uncle would never pause for that long. The moment Miao He asked, she would definitely snap, 'Bullshit! Who taught you to ask questions like that?' Then she'd start beating people up."

In another direction, Wang Cong asked the Pan Yun facing him with a solemn expression, "Junior Martial Uncle, if Great Hero Gu and I fell into the water together, who would you save first?"

"Bullshit! Who taught you to ask questions like that?"

Wang Cong immediately raised his sword and charged, calling to Qu Le as well, "She's fake!"

Without a second thought, Qu Le followed Wang Cong and hacked at her.

After a fierce battle, only once they had chopped "Pan Yun" into bloody scraps did Qu Le ask, "How could you tell she was fake?"

Wang Cong looked deeply grave. "Junior Martial Uncle would curse anyone but herself. No, that's not right. My Junior Martial Uncle is a polite child. She wouldn't curse people at all."

Qu Le:...

Zhang Weiliang stayed close behind Xue Shao. The moment he stepped into a soft, squelchy paddy field, he yelped in fright and scrambled backward, only to land in the mud with a splash.

Xue Shao immediately stepped forward to pull him up. Panicked, Zhang Weiliang grabbed his hand with one hand and clutched his sleeve with the other. Once he had climbed onto the ridge between the fields, he stared blankly at Xue Shao's dirty sleeve and hand.

Xue Shao asked gently, "Daoist Priest Zhang, are you all right?"

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