Lu Yang began considering whether he should tell Yun Zhi about the stories the Taciturn Daoist Priest had made up. If I tell Big Senior Sister, Shifu will certainly be in for it. But if I don’t tell Big Senior Sister, she may assume that I’m in cahoots with Shifu.

“One is Shifu, and the other is Big Senior Sister. It’s a tough choice.” Lu Yang let out a long sigh, stuck between a rock and a hard place.

He took out a copper coin and decided to leave the result up to fate.

With a gentle flick, the copper coin made a crisp sound and spun rapidly in the air like a sphere. The trio had their eyes fixed on the coin, raising their heads up and down.

Clink.

It landed heads up.

“Looks like the heavens want Shifu to be doomed,” Lu Yang concluded.

“Senior Brother Lu, why don’t you try again?” Li Haoran urged. When he was soaking...