"That's right, Grand Master, you can't be too ingratiating. Our Mysterious Sect has its dignity."
Zhao Wuya flicked his shiny, slick hair and said to Zhou Xuan, "Qiangqiang, since you can construct bodies, do you think you can rebuild mine?"
"Ya Zi, your body is perfectly fine, what's there to rebuild?" Zhou Xuan burst out laughing.
"I want a body like the landlord's, with strong perception, capable of entering the Day Trip Realm."
"Why do you need the Day Trip Realm?" Yun Ziliang asked.
Zhao Wuya was already lost in his fantasy, imagining himself in the Day Trip Realm, pointing at the sky dramatically as if he were in the middle of an epic monologue, "I want this sky to no longer obscure my sight. I want these clouds to no longer block my heart. I want..."
Before he could finish, a solid "bang" echoed as Yun Ziliang smacked the back of his head.
"Speak human language!"
