Now, as they traversed through Zhou Xuan's colorful play, they finally understood, that the colorful play, although said to be a mere "human speech" and "illusion" concocted into a scheme, indeed held subtle traps. A single misstep, and one would fall for it.
And falling for it was indeed "utter confusion".
Li Changxun exclaimed, "This Tangkou is truly some damn wickedness! No wonder back in the day, they had to dispatch god-level Daoists to jointly eliminate them! A calamity! A grave calamity for Jing Country."
"Chang Xun, you should be thankful that the one who mastered the colorful play is our Xuanzi. If today's confrontation was about life and death, you and I would be dead by now."
"That's true, that's true." Li Changxun replied repeatedly.
At this moment, Hulu Taoist said coldly, "Zhou Xuan, I admit, your methods are phenomenally brilliant. But—revealing your hand now might be a bit premature. Youngsters, full of vigor, love to show off,
