Inside the Main Hall on Azure Cloud Peak, Ouyang sat slouched on a Meditation Cushion, a look of flippant irreverence on his face. Opposite him, Dongxu Zi wore a solemn expression, staring at Ouyang as though he meant to make a flower bloom on his face.
"Old man, what are you looking at? Did this young master get a lot more handsome after a trip down the mountain?" Ouyang touched his face and joked with Dongxu Zi.
"From your face, I can already see you've found a way to court death!" Dongxu Zi said, his tone full of exasperation at Ouyang's failure to shape up.
"Heh, from your palm, it looks like you're going to die before me!" Ouyang retorted without the slightest concern.
At Ouyang's words, the furious expression on Dongxu Zi's face froze. He eyed Ouyang in surprise and asked, "You brat, can you really read palms?"
"Read palms, my ass. Hey, old man, the world's so big. Without you, the strongest under heaven, it would be no fun!" Ouyang gave Dongxu Zi a sidelong look and delivered a pointed warning.
He had only said it offhand, yet he had actually bluffed the old man into revealing what he was thinking!
To think the old man really had already prepared to sacrifice himself.
Although he did not know why the old man had such an idea, it was probably another part of some plan that could not be spoken of!
Ouyang was a little displeased. Couldn't everyone just open the skylight and speak plainly?
What you want to do, what I want to do, what he wants to do-everyone should just say what's on their mind.
Then have a fight, bash each other's damned brains out, and let the winner take all. Wouldn't that settle it?
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