The Old Celestial Master stood with his hands behind his back, his beard and hair stirring slightly, his gaze somber.
Across from him, a magical boy in a fluffy pink dress raised his head coldly, a diamond-studded wand in hand. His skirt snapped in the wind.
“Old Celestial Master, have you ever been defeated?”
The Old Celestial Master didn’t know, but he was very silent.
Lin Mo, you’ll regret this (Danzō face)
Wu Gensheng, I’m the Sect Leader (Third Hokage face)
The Three-One Sect disciples stared at Zuo Ruotong in horror. “Sect Leader! That Quanxing demon… he… he’s using magic!”
Zuo Ruotong remained composed. “We cultivators keep our cool even when Mount Tai crumbles before us. Tell me, did he summon a meteor or tear open space?”
The disciple said, “N-no… he… he turned our Three-One Sect’s gate pink, and covered it in singing mushrooms!”
Zuo Ruotong: “…Threefold Reversal!”
The disciple cried, “Sect Leader! What’s wrong?”
“…Don’t mind me. I just choked.”
