"Tang Wan, you know what I mean."
Crouching down together, Liu Haizhu and Tang Wan whispered like two criminals plotting a scheme: "This Sect Competition may look like a standard affair, but in reality, it's our shared graveyard."
"I'd rather you were illiterate and misspoke than face this grim reality."
Desperately groping her face, Tang Wan asked, "You're not going to tell me the Old Scholar is joining in too, are you?"
"No."
Liu Haizhu replied.
Relieved, Tang Wan took a deep breath, "Well, that's something. At least we can die a dignified death."
The Black Cat nearby could hardly keep it together. She felt the only reason Liu Haizhu and Tang Wan hadn't gotten together as Jianzhong's couple was that, aside from gender and appearance, these two were practically carbon copies of each other. Who'd want to open their eyes in the dead of night to see a gender-bent version of themselves smiling creepily beside their pillow?
"So, we need to consider how to survive."
