Just as Daoist Qing Luan was gradually forgetting the fear from earlier, feeling like he's finally saved face.
Mu Yunchu suddenly said, "You have a disciple, right?"
Daoist Qing Luan was slightly taken aback.
He wasn't sure if Mu Yunchu actually had some skills to reckon that or if it was sheer coincidence.
"I do, but..."
"You don't plan to use that to beat me, do you?"
He crossed his arms, raised his chin, "Even if it's something about my disciple, there's nothing I don't know."
Mu Yunchu: "Do you know he's a murderer?"
Daoist Qing Luan: ???
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"What... thing?"
A murderer?
While the netizens were in a daze, Daoist Qing Luan burst into laughter.
He laughed at how narrowly he won this match.
And laughed at how Mu Yunchu was actually just a 'pretty but useless' vase.
"You dare to say that."
"Do you think I didn't check his Eight Characters before taking him as my disciple?"
He thought Mu Yunchu was simply foolish.
