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"We agreed to fight in seven days, but today the warm-up has already started. Is this the tempo for just one fight?"
"Am I not at a loss here?"
After questioning himself thrice, Yi Chen felt a stream of mmp in his heart for a moment.
His mind raced, pondering a countermeasure.
If he were to simply play the ostrich and hide, that would be far too low.
To squeeze urine from a toad or to extract oil from a stone, now that's a skill.
"If the Heavenly Master wants to shear my wool, I'll just shear back."
As a Daoist well-versed in human nature, Yi Chen racked his brains for the potential profit within this situation.
Within seven or eight breaths, a not quite mature plan emerged in his mind.
Got it.
The Heavenly Master wants him to sharpen his blade, so he could throw a 'fixed match', right?
The blade definitely still needs to be sharpened.
