The young Daoist in a Lotus Crown hurriedly cupped his hands in salute and gave his thanks. Pitifully, he said, "I only ask that old scholar keep his promise and not accidentally let it slip to the outside world."
There were only a few people in the schoolhouse tonight. Though Chen Ping'an was old scholar's Final Disciple, his mouth was still tight, and he had never liked speaking ill of others behind their backs. As for Zhao Shu Xia and Ning Ji, one was steady by nature, while the other had a good relationship with him. Presumably, neither would use such a matter as gossip with anyone. But what couldn't old scholar do? He must not return to the Central Plains Confucian Temple and start beating gongs, setting off firecrackers, and hanging banners. Or perhaps he might merely chat idly with friends like Yu Xuan and Zhou You from Suishan Mountain—but words at a wine table were never to be taken seriously, and who knew when something might slip out? Once the news reached Azure Sky World and Xuan Du Temple embellished it extravagantly, Lu Chen would probably gain the nickname "Lost Half."
The shabby old scholar in Confucian robes instead performed a Daoist salute. "Not at all, not at all. Sect Master Lu simply does not care for empty fame. I have always been clumsy of tongue. If we truly put our hearts into an argument, even if Sect Master Lu gave me one hand and one leg, I would still be absolutely no match for him."
So he was already getting the advantage and then acting innocent?
Old scholar exchanged a look with Lu Chen, then turned to Chen Ping'an and the others and said he wanted to have a few private words with Sect Master Lu. He