"What a genius invention."
In the valley of Ten Thousand Arts, Wang Lu was still enthralled by the scene that he had just seen.
In his opinion, those props used by the cultivators of Ten Thousand Arts Sect to settle their dispute was simply a genius idea.
"Hey, is your genius this worthless? Those are just a second-rate puppet technique, coupled with an indecent aesthetic, yet you, as the lead disciple of Spirit Sword Sect, is actually fascinated by it? Sure enough, people of Spirit Sword Sect are perverts."
Wang Lu's enthusiasm was, of course, completely incomprehensible to Zhou Mumu.
Wang Lu had also expected this from the start. Although his relationship with Zhou Mumu was quite good, it could not change the fact that she was a vulgar person.
Thus, Wang Lu just smiled and then asked, "Then, according to your opinion, what is the invention of the genius?"
