“Hey? Little Fatty, Ma Ta, look. Those, those two people. Aren’t they the two who had been in Che Ruman’s team?” Qi Xuanxuan suddenly exclaimed and pointed at the stage.

“It’s them.” Ma Ta nodded.

Kou Hongwen also said, “Yo, I didn’t expect people who took the entrance exam with us to run off to Moonlight Academy. They really are savvy.”

“I remember those people’s names are Peng Guang and Zhu Bozong, right?”

“I think so.”

“Qiaoqiao, do you still remember that Che Ruman?” Qi Xuanxuan asked curiously, “Ever since Tan Fa kidnapped Che Ruman, I don’t think I’ve seen her again.”

Che Ruman had long died with her ashes scatterred off to who knows where.

Just as Qiao Mu was musing this and wanting to answer Qi Xuanxuan, she suddenly paused when her eyesight landed on the stage.

She sat there nonplussed before suddenly jumping up from her seat and rubbing her eyes.

Her motions were so big that it attracted everybody’s attention.

Miss Qiao rubbed her large eyes vigorously as she stared straight at the stage.

Those nimble figures on the stage flew up and formed a sword matrix with their six swords. The spiritual glow that burst forth swept toward the opposing team.

Qiao Mu was shaken to the core.

“Impossible.” She shook her head while mumbling to herself.

Just as she was about to rub her eyes again, Crown Prince Mo had already stood up to grasp her limp hands. He squinted at the stage and said softly, “Qiaoqiao, it’s your Senior Sister Yu Gui and the others.”

Qiao Mu abruptly turned to stare at him disbelievingly. After a while did she turn back to stare at the stage. She shook her head. “Impossible.”

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Big liar!

She had personally buried their remains.

Wasn’t there no survivors out of Holy Water Sect’s eight hundred disciples?

Everybody said that the Holy Water Sect had gotten exterminated. Everybody looked at the lonely her with sympathy.

Master died. Second Aunt-Master and Third Aunt-Master also died!

Didn’t all her senior sisters die?

Mo Lian hugged her shoulders and placated her softly, “We’ll know once we ask them. Look, if your six senior sisters are all here, wouldn’t that mean there might be more than just the six of them left in the Holy Water Sect?”

Miss Qiao’s eyes got watery as she turned to look at him. She shook her head vigorously and whined, “They already saw me when I went up to draw lots for the first round! If they are my senior sisters, why didn’t they come look for me? Liar! They must not be my senior sisters.”

Qi Xuanxuan and them didn’t know the inside story, but they could piece what they heard together.

They looked meaningfully at the two teams battling on stage.

Mo Lian’s heart ached when he saw her upset. He nodded and said, “Fine, fine. They aren’t your senior sisters. We’ll ignore them.”

“Liar!” Qiao Mu immediately rebuked angrily. Her tears threatened to spill. “She clearly looks exactly the same as Senior Sister Yu Gui.”

Crown Prince Mo was both amused and exasperated.

His darling was more unreasonable than anyone else when she didn’t want to be rational!

“Qiaoqiao,” he spoke softly into her ear as he wiped her sweaty palms. “Let’s go ask them afterwards, okay.”

“Maybe they wanted to find us but couldn’t because we left early the last round?”

“There’s the sect’s messenger talisman.”