Facing the old man's question, Wang Yan said calmly, "I think you are a butterfly."
Upon hearing Wang Yan's answer, Venerable Ghost Valley almost burst into laughter.
Wang Yan's answer was practically a huge joke.
At this moment, the old man was Zhuang Zhou himself, sitting right in front of him. Even if Wang Yan was a fool, he could still say he was Zhuang Zhou; why call him a butterfly?
However, his answer was impeccable, without any flaw.
Venerable Ghost Valley could hardly contain himself, eager to chase Wang Yan away so he could enter the palace and obtain that Fallen Lotus.
"Senior, isn't it time to reveal the result now?" Venerable Ghost Valley asked impatiently.
The old man nodded and said, "Very well, the winner will enter the third palace with me, while the loser must leave."
With that, the old man waved his sleeve.
Venerable Ghost Valley only felt a blur before him, and then his body was lifted. As his vision returned, he found himself in another place.
