Within the Spiritual Energy-shrouded Spirit Garden, Crab Boss and thirty female crab demons reveled together on one side, while Wu She and Zi Ran sparred fiercely on the other.
Qin Guan stood where he was, his gaze sweeping over the medicinal field that had been ravaged beyond recognition before settling on the thin soundproof array.
Spiritual light surged within the array, Immortal Charm flowing as two figures collided at high speed.
As they crossed blows, they verified each other's insights, producing crisp, muffled impacts.
The two people sought enlightenment through battle, trading moves back and forth. Every strike was refined, every clash tempering their foundations and advancing their cultivation.
Qin Guan fell silent for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and turned toward the exit of the Spirit Garden.
"Such a fine time and beautiful scene—shall I compose you a poem?"
Little Black Tower's snickering voice reached Qin Guan's ears:
"The moon bends, the lamps sway, war drums pound within the Spirit Garden. Crab Boss has no legs, yet holds a lovely maiden in his arms. Mm—
"Wu She's waist is like a spear, one thrust sends Zi Ran into a fluster. Only you stand there like a post, while the wind blows cool through your crotch.
"You want it too, you panic too, but sadly your little brother won't lend a hand. Look down, and your heart aches—you're just like an eggplant stalk beaten by the rain."
"Damn it..."
Hearing Little Black Tower's mockery, Qin Guan's mouth twisted with rage. This dog thing really had a venomous tongue.
Little Black Tower said, "Stop with the damn it already. Tell me honestly—are you really useless now?"
The reason Little Black Tower had brought Qin Guan over to see this stimulating scene was to secretly observe his reaction. In the end,