"Concealed Hand, Self-drawn, All Terminals and Honors, Half Flush, Little Three Dragons, Three Concealed Pungs—all declared!"
By the stone table in the shabby bamboo forest, as Cha Xian'er declared her win, three pandas widened their dark-ringed eyes and slammed the stone table hard. "This is freaking ridiculous..."
"My Pure Flush!"
"My Thirteen Orphans!"
"My Four Concealed Pungs, single wait, WAHHH!"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
No one knew what that stone table was made of. The ground had cracked from the pandas' slams, yet the table remained unscathed. Cha Xian'er even wondered if the table was an Extraordinary Item, and if it could be dismantled to use as a shield.
Even though she was facing three large, fierce-looking pandas, Cha Xian'er wasn't scared at all. Not only was she a Fourth-Stage Cultivator whose combat power, while modest by Great Wall standards, meant she had no fear of these mere panda monsters.
