Stakes

Tu Pianpian was very upset because nothing had gone according to plan this evening. Everybody she had met from the Western Regions were weirdos, and her fellow disciples were disappointments. Dozens of them had gone out to set up a trap but they still let her worst enemy sneak inside.

"Shorty Deng, no more mystifying. Come out!"

The man's voice sounded out loud and clear through the whole camp, but the tent he came out of happened to be the one closest to Tu Pianpian and the one that Gu Shenwei had temporarily hidden in.

Gu Shenwei's heart thumped. He didn't expect that there was an expert hiding behind him.

"I am Deng Yuanlei, part of the Qingcheng Sect's 17th generation of disciples."