"Heh heh, fellow cultivator, you're too modest." Pang Xuan returned the bow and said with a smile, "You must have lost interest in the trial, so you didn't want to exert any more effort."
"Haha, no, not at all."
The man in black laughed heartily, waving his hand. In his right hand, a budding flower was on the verge of blooming, leaving Pang Xuan momentarily stunned and the three in red dresses toppling over simultaneously.
"Fellow cultivator in black, you're really something else..."
Seeing that the man in black had the mood to pick flowers during the trial, Pang Xuan shook his head with a wry smile, but couldn't say much more.
After all, prodigies of such high aptitude have truly unique personalities.
The three in red dresses were practically spitting blood in frustration.
"I can't stand him anymore!"
"He's showing off to an absurd extent!"
"Doesn't he know that the more he does that, the worse it'll be for him when he's exposed!"
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