Qingzhou City.
"Nephew Ning, I owe you my thanks for last night."
After Gongyang Yan had healed his injuries with a spell, he once again expressed his gratitude to the Class A Paperfolk impersonating Ning Daoran.
"Uncle-Master, you're too kind. It was my duty," responded the Paperfolk, whose inner feelings were quite complicated at the moment.
Throughout the whole night, Ning Daoran had not returned, and his life or death was uncertain. How long exactly was he supposed to keep up this impersonation?
His eyes suddenly lit up.
If the real Ning Daoran is dead, won't I effectively become him?
Inside the vine ball at his waist, which was an entrance to the Spirit Garden Cave Heaven.
"Roaar~~"
Big Stupid Deer voiced its dissatisfaction. It was unclear when the elder brother would come back, and this Paperfolk seemed to harbor ill intentions.
"Master."
Next to him, Meng Xiao frowned, "This Qingzhou competition..."
"What Qingzhou competition?"
