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As Ye Xiu maneuvered his Lord Grim, he opened a message and saw that it was from Su Mucheng’s Cleansing Mist. “You’re on time!” Su Mucheng said. “Why are you on, too?” Ye Xiu was surprised. “There’s an event! Of course I’m going to participate.” Su Mucheng explained as if it were obvious. "You've got nothing to do?" Ye Xiu said. "I'm sick." Su Mucheng said. "How did that happen?" Ye Xiu asked. "There's an event today, so I'm sick." Su Mucheng said. "Have some competitive integrity in you!" Ye Xiu replied. "Everyone gets sick sometimes." Su Mucheng gave an excuse. "Sick people can participate in events?" "It's a mental sickness stemming from not being able to participate in events, so I need to participate in an event to cure it." Su Mucheng gave an unreasonable reply.

Level 27, Blade Master. After a few players confirmed the situation, the torrent of anger immediately dissipated. The majority of them were already getting ready to turn around. The slower players received messages from their friends saying: “Don’t bother with that piece of trash. Hurry up and chase after Lord Grim! Don’t let him escape!” Trash!! Huang Shaotian heard this phrase and became furious. Moreover, it seemed to be directed at him. As a pro-player, he had some resistance towards trash talk. However, each player had their own ways of dealing with it. Some ignored it. Some countered it. As one of the experts in the Alliance at trash talking who made the Alliance change the rules solely for him, Huang Shaotian was the latter. “F*CK!” A roar resounded throughout the forest. “Whoever said ‘trash’, stand where you are! Let me teach you how to spell ‘trash’.” Huang Shaotian’s Flowing Tree unexpectedly turned around and chased after them. “Who said it? Who? Who? Where are you running? A bunch of Level 33 players and you’re afraid of a tiny Level 27 Blade Master? If I’m trash, then what are you? Maybe you’re non-recyclable trash? Completely worthless trash? That’s right! I’m talking about you guys! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 14 pieces of trash running nice and orderly! Are you all lining up waiting to be put in the dumpster? But wait! Did you forget that you were non-recyclable? Have some awareness! You should just dig a hole to bury yourself in there! Stop polluting the environment. Every second you exist…….” “Shut up!!” Someone finally erupted, a Blade Master as well. But he wasn’t the only one that wanted to jump out, he just happened to be a bit faster. His “Shut up!” temporarily interrupted Huang Shaotian. In this moment of silence, the others who had become riled up took the chance to clear up their anger as well. “Hm? So it was you? Good. A Blade Master as well. But it does seem like you’re different than normal Blade Masters. Seeing how impatient you are, could you be the legendary…….” Using his voice for the following words wouldn’t bring about the desired reactions, so Huang Shaotian quickly changed to typing. A giant word bubble floated above his head and used the largest 25 size font to write “Trash Master”. “Trash Master” “Trash Master” “Trash Master” “Trash Master’ …… Huang Shaotian’s hands moved like a blur. In that instant, huge word bubbles piled on top of each other towards the clouds. That Level 33 Blade Master had already gone mad with fury and rushed forward with his sword drawn.

“Oh?” Ye Xiu looked. A level 1 new player. He figured out who it was. But when he saw the name, he fainted! Why does it also have the word “Mist”? Did girls nowadays like this word? “What name is this?” Ye Xiu sent a message. “Cleansing Mist! Poem, it’s from a poem in the Song Dynasty!” Su Mucheng replied. “You always liked to take . Lord Grim, etc. they’re all your masterpieces.” Ye Xiu returned. “It makes me seem cultured!” Su Mucheng replied. “Then what about my One Autumn Leaf? You messed up a word big sister! Shouldn’t it be One Falling Leaf?” Ye Xiu said. “A mistake. That’s a mistake.” Su Mucheng replied.