Sure enough, entertainment systems were weaklings

The sudden greeting made the atmosphere even more awkward.

What the hell was this supposed to be?

Ding Qi clutched his chest, utterly speechless.

The only thing he wanted to know now was whether this cultivator before him knew that this variety show was a scam.

If he did, that would be somewhat troublesome.

Then it would no longer be a simple matter of losing face.

This trash system. I knew it was useless. What kind of lousy entertainment system was this? There were even restrictions on exchanging cultivation techniques.

It was nowhere near as awesome as the systems in those novels I'd read.

But judging by Lin Hao's dumbfounded expression, he did not seem to have seen through the falsehood of the Cultivation World Show.

That counted as good news.

"Senior Brother's strength is indeed extraordinary. I willingly admit defeat. Farewell!"

Slowly climbing up from the ground, Ding Qi could not help coughing twice more. After speaking, he left.

His internal injuries were not light. If he stayed any longer, he might die from his injuries before he died of embarrassment.

Humiliating.

What happened today had been humiliating.

He needed to leave this place, nurse his injuries, properly comfort his wounded heart, and properly greet the system's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Ah!"

"Strange. Why are there such strange people among the outer disciples?"

"The sect really is getting stranger and stranger."

Watching Ding Qi get up, say his piece, and leave, Lin Hao had originally intended to ask a few more questions. He had not expected the other man to leave so quickly.

How strange!

Scratching his head, Lin Hao still could not understand Ding Qi's behavior.

Why had he suddenly attacked?

Had his family died in the battle between righteousness and evil, making him want to seek death?