"Master, yesterday we almost got caught. Do we really have to keep pretending tomorrow?"
In a small village, Yang Wei's second apprentice pouted as he spoke. Although the medication they used yesterday made it to the finals, its side effects were too severe, leaving the second apprentice still not fully recovered, vomiting all day long.
"My dear apprentice, you know why we're doing this. If we win first place in the finals, we'll have endless money. After this job, we'll run away..."
"I'm not doing it. My body can't take it anymore. If I keep messing around with you like this, I doubt I'll survive until tomorrow! You'd better find the senior brother..."
His second apprentice said, pale-faced, now coughing after every few words, clearly extremely weakened.
Helpless, Yang Wei had no choice but to agree.
"Alright then, call your senior brother over; I have something to say to him..."
"Senior brother, Master is calling you!"
"What now..."
