"This Qingjing Bamboo, where did you find it?"
After a long while, Master Cheng Kong finally spoke up.
"You gifted it to us, Master..."
Master Mingde suddenly turned his head, glaring at Master Cheng Kong, his eyes clearly conveying that he thought he was seeing another traitor.
"I..."
Master Cheng Kong, feeling unjustly accused, exclaimed, "I don't even have a complete Qingjing Bamboo in the Supreme Dao! How could I have given it to you?"
"It's the very piece you lent to me. I, the Jiushan Realm, borrowed it, and seeing that it seems cultivatable, we cultivated a shoot."
Zheng Fa earnestly explained, seemingly oblivious to the utter improbability of his words.
"..."
Master Cheng Kong glanced at the back of Zhang, then at the Sun and Moon Clock above, and finally cast a surreptitious glance at the affable Blood River Ancestor and Jiao Wuji beside him.
He showed a considerate smile to Zheng Fa, his face all but saying—whatever you say is true!
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