"Pfft..."
Lan Su made a dive.
To everyone's shock, she indeed doused Chen Xiu in Spirit Porridge!
Chen Xiu's once white clothes were now a purple-black mess, with grains of Spirit Valley stuck to the fabric, making him look quite disheveled.
It was too unexpected.
After all, with Chen Xiu's strength, dodging would have been as simple as breathing.
Of course, even though he was splashed with Spirit Porridge, it didn't matter much.
It wouldn't burn Chen Xiu, for a Martial Cultivator with his level of strength could ignore thousands of degrees of heat, let alone a few tens of degrees from the Spirit Porridge?
But, there was one thing—Chen Xiu's clothes were dirty.
And, in front of everyone, the indignity of being splashed was the key issue. He had lost face.
In three years, when had Chen Xiu ever been humiliated like this? Nearly all of the Qian Long Institute's students weren't even bold enough to speak loudly in Chen Xiu's presence, were they?
Lan Su must have gone mad!!!
