When Uncle Zhang Zhi was telling a stale story by the lake to his companions.
On the magic stage.
A Green Bird suddenly appeared in the roaring flames, spread its wings, and hovered in front of Zheng Qing and Jiang Yu, rebuking: "Which family do you belong to, young man? Why are you so reckless, interfering with others' spellcasting on the stage without permission?"
How could Zheng Qing not realize he had made a blunder at this moment?
Naturally, he was tongue-tied and speechless.
Jiang Yu pulled him behind her.
"He's here to replace me for the challenge."
The Witch dropped the bamboo slips on the ground and calmly said something that made Zheng Qing's eyes widen: "I concede the previous challenge... He's here to take on Senior Sister Tushan on my behalf."
Centimeter Mountain fell into silence.
By the lakeside, there was an uproar.
