The others had barely spent a few days cultivating in peace when a deafening argument erupted. Its fury crashed like towering waves against the shore, like thunder bearing down with irresistible force, wrenching them straight out of meditation.
They exchanged bewildered looks. What could possibly warrant such a racket?
They rose and filed outside to investigate.
"What is causing such a disturbance? Why all this incessant noise?"
Confusion crossed Ying Ming Hao's face. Why does that voice sound so familiar?
"I have only just come out myself. I do not yet know the cause."
Lin Zihan's delicate brows knitted slightly, uncertainty filling her lovely eyes as she answered softly.
"Then let us hurry over and see!"
Ying Ming Hao made the decision at once, throwing up an arm and calling out before leading everyone swiftly toward the source of the noise.
Their eyes lit up at his words. Who could resist the prospect of a good show?
The group raced over like the wind and arrived outside the main hall in moments.
But heads bobbed everywhere around them, shoulders pressed against shoulders. The crowd swarmed like ants and clustered like bees, packing the area around the hall so tightly that not even water could have seeped through.
Ying Ming Hao and the others struggled to squeeze their way in, but the surging crowd made it impossible.
Just as everyone found themselves at a loss, inspiration struck Ying Ming Hao, and a plan sprang to mind...
"Holy shit! Whose skirt fell off?
And she's even wearing fucking Little White Bear panties!
Wow, so pale and soft..."
Ying Ming Hao shouted at the top of his lungs, sounding as though it were really happening. Lin Zihan, Miss Shui, and the others beside him stared, utterly dumbfounded. Surely this behavior was a