At this moment, Mage Erzhen failed to hear his disciples' warnings that his crotch was bleeding. He stood confidently by the riverbank, wringing out his sopping wet clothes. He then looked around at his disciples—some had made it to shore, some were still struggling in the river, their limbs bitten off and flesh torn away by the piranhas.
What are these good-for-nothings capable of, besides producing crap? By contrast, I, Mage Erzhen, am so formidable that I swam a lap in a river full of piranhas and not only remained uninjured but also emerged completely unscathed.
Just as Mage Erzhen was feeling smug, Wang Jingang looked at the blood spreading across his master's lower body and said, "Master, your… your privates seem to have been bitten by a piranha."
With that, Wang Jingang gently poked Mage Erzhen.
