At the sound of my light cough, Xiangling, who was leaning against me, instantly closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was unconscious. Shao Zi's nose was already very close to my face, as though she was deliberately planning some "prank" on me. When she saw me suddenly open my eyes, she jumped and hurriedly covered her mouth. "M-Master... why are you awake?"
I snorted coldly. Then I looked toward Xiangling and released her at once. The little girl had still been leaning against me just now, with no intention of getting up. "How long are you planning to keep pretending?"
Xiangling hurriedly put on an expression of splitting agony, as though she had just regained consciousness. Clutching her head, she said, "Master... you saved your disciple? Sure enough, without you here, I'm still not up to the task... I won the match and actually fainted..."
"You know you won the match? You know you're not up to the task? Why don't you fly up and sing a couple of lines of There's No Saving Me, No One Can Save Me?" I wore a reproachful expression. These two disciples had been unruly since childhood. It wasn't as though this was the first time—especially Shao Zi, who had caused more trouble than anyone.
"I can't sing." Xiangling looked awkward. Shao Zi, meanwhile, said, "Master, look at the situation now. What should we do? Just now, when you suddenly entered the world inside the cauldron, the corpse clans joined forces with the human immortals and ghost cultivators to make things difficult for Lord Yun. Later, the Wu clan also grew dissatisfied and joined in the accusations. They've been arguing for quite a while, and we didn't know how to handle it, so we all stood here waiting for you to wake