"Damn it, I need to take a dump!"
Ming Disha clutched his stomach. "Stay here. I'll be back in a moment."
"Huh? Martial Uncle, did you upset your stomach from sneaking food in the kitchen?"
"Stop talking nonsense. Don't move around. Stay right here."
"What about them...?"
"They wouldn't dare do anything to you. Don't worry."
Ming Disha turned and vanished, disappearing like a shadow, as if by magic.
The twelve experts looked at one another. What kind of martial art was that!? Had they seen a ghost!?
Looking again at the Soul Transmigration Array, they could find everyone's soul, except there was no trace of Ming Disha's.
That guy couldn't even be detected by the Soul Transmigration Array!?
Zhao Ritian began studying it sneakily. "Wow, this soul-confusing array is freaking awesome. It looks just like the real thing. This..."
"Mmmph, mmph..."
Su Mushen quickly made a sound, stopping Zhao Ritian from messing around.
"Come on, let me study it. I'm actually pretty smart too. I can figure out this kind of thing with just a little research. Forget this confusing array—even my junior master's sewing machine used to be repaired by me..."
Ignoring their muffled protests, Zhao Ritian kept shouting nonsense. He felt that intuition was important for this sort of thing! Talent was even more important!
Zhao Ritian thought the third ring looked nice, but it was misaligned!
So he pressed down on the third ring and gave it a slight turn.
At his place of Secluded Cultivation, Sword God suddenly raised his head. "Hm!?"
Ming Disha had only gotten halfway through taking his dump when he clenched hard. "Fuck!?"
Drunken Elder was drinking from his gourd atop a large tree when he suddenly noticed something wrong with his sense of taste. "Oh no!"
Lu Chengwen and the