"Grand Elder Wanluo?"
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"Esteemed Senior Wanluo?"
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"Old Wanluo?"
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"Wanluo?"
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"Wanluo you old bastard, what turtle hole did you crawl into?"
"You looking for me, kid?"
Fang Xing had been searching all throughout the court for the old Wanluo, yet he hadn't seen even a trace of him despite searching so many halls already. Just as he thought Wanluo might not be here and so began to curse, he suddenly heard old bastard Wanluo's broken-gong voice right up against his ear. Fang Xing was so frightened he let out a loud shriek and jumped a good ten feet away.
"F*ck me…."
The old bastard Wanluo had messy hair, wandering eyes, and a mass of jade talismans in his arms, all giving the impression he'd just reached a critical moment of enlightenment for some kind of technique. After staring at Fang Xing for quite some while, recognition dawned on his face and he asked, "Did you little son of a turtle egg bastard just curse me?"
