Just as Ding Dian tugged at the fishing net, his hand suddenly went slack. Xu Yi was staring at him with a smile. "It's rare to meet a clever person. What a pity you serve a straw-bag of a master."
Before Ding Dian could react, he lost consciousness.
When he came to, Ding Dian found himself lying on a cliff. It was the summit of Fairy Peak. To his surprise, Xu Yi had vanished without a trace. Then he looked closer and saw words written on the ground: You've been placed under my restriction. If you dare blab, I'll refine you alive.
Ding Dian sneered. "So you were afraid of alarming the young master, and that's why you didn't dare kill me. Fine. I'll see what kind of ghost you really are." He immediately hurried toward Zhuangri Pavilion.
When he arrived at Zhuangri Pavilion, Xue Ba was sitting upright in a tiger-skin chair, his face dark with displeasure.
Ding Dian dropped to his knees with a thump and cried out, "Young master, I've figured it all out. Someone impersonated Dong Chao, and he joined forces with Li Ping to set this whole thing up. What a treacherous, wolf-hearted pair! They deserve a thousand deaths!" Suddenly, he realized something was off. Xue Ba wasn't reacting at all.
Right. Something must have happened suddenly, and the young master can't understand me.
Once he'd figured that out, Ding Dian said gravely, "Young master, that bastard pretending to be Dong Chao can't be allowed to live. We have to find a way to get rid of—"
Before he could finish, he collapsed to the ground. Xue Ba had disappeared from the tiger-skin chair and appeared above him, one foot planted firmly on Ding Dian's head. "Explain to me how Dong Chao was an impostor."