Sixty Six.

"Eh? That was funny, right?" I puffed my chest out, proud. Their laughter fed my ego. "Alright, alright, here's another one—Why did the scarecrow become a successful martial artist?"

Ling Ling tilted her head, still smiling from the first one. "Why?"

"Because he was outstanding in his field!"

I threw in an exaggerated arm swing for effect.

That one cracked them up harder.

Ling Ling buried her face in my shoulder, laughing uncontrollably. Li Na actually covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking. The squad lost it—one gal even snorted loud enough to echo.

I grinned, riding high. "Alright, one more! Why don't phoenix cultivators ever lose arguments?"

Li Na raised an eyebrow, playing along. "Why's that, Master?"

"Cause they always rise from the ashes of the last word!"

Ling Ling howled, clutching my arm shocking me the most.

Li Na also laughed out loud this time.