"You want to leave the mountain—then the mountain will send you back. I, Zhou Xuan, am already a Nu of nine sticks of incense; how could you possibly escape from the palm of my hand?"
"How could you possibly be a Nu of nine sticks of incense? Just a few days ago, the incense had only burned through seven sticks."
Ning Yu suddenly asked.
It was precisely this curious question of his
that made him fall into the "colorful play" Zhou Xuan unleashed.
The Colorful Play Master's first-level technique: "Touqihuao."
Since Touqihuao had already been set in motion, Zhou Xuan naturally had to stack on the second level: "Pretending."
"I was merely hiding my edge. Without nine sticks of incense, would I have dared come to this Snow Plain Prefecture?"
Zhou Xuan lightly waved his folded fan, and the entire Great Snow Mountain kept trembling; the mountain seemed to have fallen completely under Zhou Xuan's control.
