Central Province, Ten Thousand Flowers Ridge.
At the stone table and chairs beside the Deep Pool.
Cui Hao looked fired up, just short of standing on the table like Sandong. He swept out a hand and said with great feeling:
"You have no idea how dangerous it was back then. Even with only half his body left, Watermelon was still a top-tier cultivator. Just the pressure he let slip without thinking sent chills through my whole body."
"And Watermelon was extraordinarily clever. He was wary of me from the very start, sizing me up with murder in his eyes. It was truly dangerous beyond measure."
"In such dire circumstances, the danger spoke for itself. Yet I remained unruffled in the face of peril and toyed with both those melons in the palm of my hand."
Sandong's eyes shone. Just hearing this much, Sandong excitedly took the lead in applauding and said admiringly:
"That's Cui Hao for you! So amazing!"
Cui Hao raised his brows. "Hardly worth mentioning. Now let me tell you a true story fraught with danger."
"I remember it was a moonless night, with pouring rain, when that treacherous Winter Melon came to test me..."
At those words, Sandong's little face instantly grew solemn, leaning slightly forward.
Qinghe tilted her head, her expression barely changing.
She was not actually stupid. Cui Hao's spiel could only fool Sandong.
Qinghe was sitting here purely to listen to Cui Hao spin his tall tales. Tall tales they might be, but he could give a story plenty of twists and turns, along with more than enough laughs.
There was no telling how much embellishment he had slipped in, but taken as a story, it was actually decent.
Lin Luoyu sat to one side, listening to Cui Hao's largely nonsensical account without exposing