Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui had just fought in that valley and shared no affection as fellow disciples, but they were fellow disciples nonetheless. Once they entered the Cloud-Dream Illusion, they would inevitably fight side by side.
Sect Master True Person Liu had perhaps agreed to let Jing Jiu fight on behalf of the Water-Moon Convent with this very thought in mind. With Green Mountain's two strongest young cultivators joining forces, they might truly be able to contend with Zhongzhou.
Zhuo Rusui failed to become the next person to pass. Once everyone in the tower discovered that even He Zhan's answer was acceptable, their confidence surged, and hands rose one after another.
Qing'er looked at someone and asked, "What do three and sixty make together?"
After a little thought, the man said, "One year."
Clearly confident in his answer, he glanced around with a hint of pride.
His answer followed the same approach as He Zhan's earlier response, but answering three hundred and sixty directly would have smacked of chewing someone else's leftovers, so he had taken a roundabout route.
A year had three hundred and sixty days.
The others thought it over and found this reasoning quite sound.
To their surprise, Qing'er said outright, "Wrong. It should be sixty-three."
Wrong was one thing, but that answer again!
Absurdity showed on everyone's faces, and the same thought surged through their minds again-That works too?
The man froze, then protested, "Why? You have to give me a reason."
Qing'er glanced at him and said, "Because you're too ugly. I don't like you, and I don't want to let you in. That's the reason."
How could the man accept that? He waved his arms, shouting agitatedly in protest at the injustice he had suffered.
Bai Zao stood to one side and paid