"Master, is Jiuling... crazy?" Qingxuan took a bite of his melon and asked, looking gossip-filled.
Why are these two souls fighting?
Weren't they getting along well before?
"Looks like they're crazy," Fire Nether chuckled, "I'm just curious, how can one body determine a winner?"
No matter who wins or loses, it's the same body that gets hurt.
"Don't worry about those details. As long as the show is good," Xiao Heng said with a smile.
As they chatted, they suddenly noticed that one person was missing from their group.
Where's Mo Ye?
Everyone was puzzled.
They then saw Hu Jiuling's renowned act of hitting himself, something was flickering beside it, vaguely showing a human silhouette.
Ye Wu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
When did Mo Ye sneak over? He had even taken over Little Fox's job as a cameraman, holding a Memory Stone and filming from 365 degrees without any blind spots.
Everyone was having a grand time watching the show.
