On the edge of the Birahan Desert, the long-missed symposium was held once again.
Little Grass: “Everyone, we finally have time to reopen the symposium!”
Guan Tong: “You didn’t hold a meeting after the first two rules ended. I thought you had canceled this segment.”
Little Grass (awkwardly scratching their head): “Actually, there are two reasons. One is that sometimes a single rule’s content isn’t enough to warrant much discussion during the meeting, so I save it up for the next one. The other is that I’ve been pretty busy with work sometimes—just keeping up with normal updates has me nearly burned out, and I can’t spare the time to host a symposium.”
Chen Na (blunt): “The truth is, Little Grass just got lazy, right?”
Silver Fox: “Xiao Na, don’t be so straightforward. Watch out—someone might get petty and kill you off.”
Chen Na: “Ah?! Little Grass, I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me off!”
Little Grass: “…”
Andrew: “Those of us who’ve already been killed off are just watching you guys in silence.”
Black Widow: “+1”
Joiessen: “+1”
Paul: “+1”
Han Qiu: “Paul, why are you adding one? You’re still alive and well.”
Paul (forcing a smile): “But I feel like I’m about to become a ‘squeezed-out orange’ soon, so I’m joining the death squad in advance.”
Han Qiu: “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you.”
Guan Tong: “You’d better worry about yourself first.”
Han Qiu: “I think I can still hold on for now. What do you say, Grass God?”
Little Grass: “Even if you call me Grass Saint, when it’s time to go, you have to go. In the face of heaven’s (big) will (outline), I can only submit.”
Zhang Minglu (looking mournful): “You’re all joking, but I can’t laugh. My tears are flowing in my heart.”
Silver Fox (surprised): “Doctor, why do you say that?”
Zhang Minglu: “I’m a strong man not yet forty, and suddenly I get a successor. How could that be a good thing for me?”
Zhao Ming: “…”
Guan Tong: “In my opinion, it’s indeed an ominous sign.”
Bai Xuewu: “Shadow, just how far can those eyes of yours see?”
Zhang Minglu (panicking): “I was just joking! You guys are taking it seriously?!”
Silver Fox: “Don’t scare the doctor like that. Let’s talk about other people instead. Take our Uenoshi, for example—she actually pulled a ‘We can replace them’ on the official Sakura Prayer Country. This really turned the Serpent Hair Society into a local snake boss.”
Uenoshi: “Everything is for the Troupe.”
Guan Tong: “With those words, I guarantee this person’s safety.”
Bruce: “If you’re planning to fight it out with me, I’d say you probably still don’t have that strength.”
Dodge: “Indeed.”
Adam (glaring): “Just a pair of dried-up corpses in a grave, and you dare to spout nonsense. I will destroy you sooner or later!”
Guan Tong: “Good brother, I’ve got your back.”
Silver Fox: “Come to think of it, these past few rules have all been revolving around the ‘array action’ big event, right. Now that the event is temporarily over, with Your Holiness, Bruce, and Han Qiu all gathered in Suroma, are we about to kick off the next big event?”
Little Grass: “I took a peek at heaven’s will and found that Silver Fox is right.”
Scarface: “Grass God, will I show up in this event? Have you forgotten about me? I was exposed before I could even use my spy skills!”
Little Grass: “To this question, I can only say—no comment.”
Scarface: “…”
Suddenly, a vortex appeared out of thin air, and a person stepped out of it.
Everyone exclaimed: “The Mysterious Gambler!”
Mysterious Gambler: “I’m here to tell you all something.”
Everyone (completely focused): “Please, speak!”
Mysterious Gambler: “Three seconds after I finish saying this, today’s symposium will come to an end.”
Everyone: “…”
Little Grass: “This symposium is now concluded. Adjourned!”