"Which is better, traditional medicine or mystical medicine?"
Zhao Han accepted the challenge. Standing atop a sand dune, when she too fell into the Big Black Pot, she said those words.
The pitch-black bottom of the pot instantly cracked open, and the two immediately escaped through the fissure.
"H-How did you know?" The Big Black Pot reverted to its original form and asked with difficulty.
Before the two could answer, it looked at Little Illusion, who was chewing on Sugar-coated Haws, and suddenly understood. "I get it. It must have told you."
"I did not!" Little Illusion slapped it, turning it into a spinning top that whirled endlessly across the sand dune until it was dizzy.
"I'm the fairest one around. I'd never help someone cheat!" Little Illusion added.
"This little one was wrong. Spare my life." The Big Black Pot swallowed its knocked-out teeth and blood. It should have known better than to speak carelessly.
"Hmph, watch your mouth next time, or I'll eat you, just like I eat..." Little Illusion glanced around furtively halfway through and quickly stopped herself.
Zhao Han and Wang Wenwen were both stunned.
One of them had been completely unable to fight back, while the other had needed to use cheats—twice—to exploit the other party's weakness and win.
Yet this incredibly powerful Big Black Pot was like a toy before Little Illusion, freely kneaded and tossed about.
And Little Illusion was merely one of their teacher's daughters. Though calling her a daughter was not quite right—she was actually a Strange Seed consciousness.
Their teacher was far too powerful.
"Ah, I should go back and train more." Wang Wenwen went from full of enthusiasm to utterly dejected.
Only one match had taken place.
Only now did she realize how much protection she had received to