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A lifelike carved wooden head hung from the ancient tree in the courtyard, clutching a wooden plaque in its mouth.
The three words on the plaque were elegantly written, indeed by Elder Wang himself.
Zhang Ze felt a bit of regret, regretting having discussed his set-up of the Trial Cave during tea, which now inspired the old man.
And the first thing he learned was to mess with him.
Zhang Ze stepped back, feeling a sudden gust of wind behind him, narrowly dodging it.
Turning around, he discovered it was a bamboo sword with another plaque tied to it.
Why don't you use the door?
Zhang Ze was just about to climb over the wall again and come through the door but suddenly felt this might also be within Grandpa Wang's expectations.
Every step he took, he felt was calculated by the old man.
After much consideration, Zhang Ze decided to give up, thinking that Grandpa Wang was just teasing him and wouldn't do anything serious.
