"What's wrong, Lanxiu?"
Hert looked puzzled, thinking Lanxiu was not feeling well: "Your face looks terrible, did you not rest well on the way? Or did something go wrong during your practice?"
Lanxiu reached out to wipe the sweat from his forehead and asked, "Didn't you see?"
"See what?"
"At the ten o'clock direction to the left of where I was standing just now, there were three people standing there."
"Is this some kind of new supernatural joke?"
"I'm serious."
Seeing that Lanxiu wasn't joking around, Hert put away his cheerful boyish smile and shook his head seriously: "You're too tense, Lanxiu, there wasn't anyone there just now."
"..."
Lanxiu didn't speak further upon hearing this; he simply walked with a somber expression to catch up with the crowd.
The tone of mockery from the Chuyun people faintly drifted from within the crowd: "The match is about to start, acting all injured and sick. Is he preparing an excuse for losing later, to give himself an out?"
