He scoffed, "Your imitation is weak."
"Is it?" Seeing Shou Xin sitting on the table Xiao Wun was certain, and then Fu Lian changed again, this time into a beauty and glanced down at Cao Yue.
"Terrible." She shook her head disgustedly, "You can't imitate her at all."
"Hoh. Truly, that is so?" They nodded in unison, and without hesitation, she could not imitate their masters in any way that mattered, if it was only their figures than even a talented cultivator could do it, but to copy their aura's and dispositions was nigh impossible, "You two are so strange."
Fu Lian returned to her ambiguous form, though her hair was now orange like the tail of a flame.
"How are we the strange ones?" Xiao Wun rolled his eyes, though he still watched carefully.
