"Exactly, Xing'er," Yue Wen said from beside her. "How could you just record a video like that? And you made our instructor look so pathetic and ugly. How are people inside and outside the Dragon Hall supposed to look at him now? He is a Dragon Hall elder, after all..."
"That's right." Hearing him speak up for him, Ao Libai hurriedly nodded.
But Yue Wen pulled out his own phone and played a video from another angle. "My footage looks much cooler. The smooth contours of our instructor's head and his solid lats-posting this might even win him some fans. I have tens of millions of followers, so let me post it."
"Oh, hey-"
Ao Libai nearly jumped straight up through the dome of the hall.
Are you even human?!
Their moves linked together so seamlessly that Ao Libai wondered whether someone had sent them specifically to set him up.
Were they the Void Dragon King's people, or enemies from outside the Dragon Hall?
If I'm guilty of something, you can just kill me instead of sending these despicable, shameless apprentices to torment me!
"Fine, we're done!" Ao Libai said through gritted teeth. "Don't post them. Delete the videos, and we can work everything out today. I won't make things difficult for you."
"You don't want people to see your heroic bearing, Instructor?" Yue Wen asked. "That's fine too, but I can't delete the video yet. We'll say goodbye to it for good once our Dragon Hall cultivation journey is over."
"Don't worry," Xing'er said breezily. "We promise we won't show anyone else. We'll just keep them to admire ourselves."
Even Jiang Hongxiu's eyes showed a trace of alarm. How are you so practiced at this? You're scaring even me.
Ao Libai was even more speechless. "..."
He realized he