"Hey hey... can you hear... me..."
"Feng Zhong... your connection is... like that..."
"Okay... testing... slightly tapping return through, accumulating and unloading layer... Eh, seems like it's working?"
In all regions of the five domains, the Dao Imparting Mirror broadcast of the sacred mountain battle suddenly lost half of its view.
In its place, was a grainy grey blurry scene, and a sweet, timid female voice.
The spectators, the Spiritual Cultivators, didn't enjoy this one bit, and exploded one after another.
"Feng Zhongzui, buddy, don't shake your hand, we lost half the screen!"
"I just complimented you and you got carried away, didn't you? Bring back the scene of Auntie Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus, damn it, did your mirror get shot by Ai Gou, why is it so blurry!"
"Who's speaking? That isn't the voice of Sword Deity Bei... Feng Zhongzui, you better shut up, who wants to hear your nonsense, I'm gonna puke!"
