The crowd looked at him, puzzled.
Uncle Zuo had indeed gone mad. It couldn't be feigned; the sudden confusion and bewilderment in his eyes revealed that he genuinely felt someone shaving his head.
Left Su'er jumped up and looked around but found nothing.
Nowadays, there weren't many in East Cloud who could escape his keen vision.
And yet, the sensation of being shaved followed him even as he leapt around, though when he touched his head, not a single hair was missing.
Could it be that I've truly lost my mind?
He landed in the Sect Leader's throne, perching on the back of the chair. Surveying the people in the hall, including the Sect Leader's wife, everyone fell silent as a tomb.
In the past few days' battle with Changfeng Gate, everyone had gained a profound understanding of Left Su'er's madness and Tao cultivation.
This crazy bastard is untouchable!
