"How do you let yourself go? Senior, you sure know a lot!" Lu Yin exclaimed. He thought of Xiao Fang, who was a member of the Lost Race. Could Xu Wuji's knowledge of the Lost Race have come from her?
Xu Wuji frowned. "Don't change the subject. Listen to me."
"I'll give you a few examples, and you'll understand. Once, someone sang on the day of the Upper Three Segments. His singing was awful—truly awful—but he still managed to exchange his card."
"Someone else recited an article he'd spent ages writing that day, and he managed to exchange his card too."
"Someone even confessed to a girl that day, and somehow that worked too. Do you know how that guy confessed?" At Lu Yin's puzzled look, Xu Wuji's face twitched. "He flexed his muscles."
Lu Yin's eyes widened. "What?"
"The guy flexed his muscles to attract girls, and some girl actually fell for it. Then a card flew over, and he succeeded."
Lu Yin was speechless. That could happen? Did the cards like that sort of thing too?
"Someone imitated animal calls that day."
"Someone else cultivated."
"Another person told everyone about all the ways he'd schemed against people over the years. He managed to exchange his card, but then he was hunted down. Everyone he'd ever schemed against formed an alliance and went after him."
"In short, let yourself go. Express yourself. The more completely, the better. And don't pay any attention to the Lost Race's nonsense. If you ask me, those cards are perverts. They like watching people humiliate themselves. Think about it." With that, he left.
Lu Yin stared blankly at Xu Wuji's retreating back, then called after him, "Senior, do you have a card?"
Xu Wuji nearly fell over. He didn't say a word and quickly