Quan Sect Leader looked at Wenren Sheng and waved a large hand. "Fine, I won't think about it anymore. I really can't remember. You say you're my teacher—one who excels is worthy of being a teacher—so tell me, is this watermelon ripe or not?"
"If you get it right, you're my teacher. If you get it wrong, you're a watermelon too."
When everyone heard this, not a single person found it surprising. They all looked at Wenren Sheng with pitying eyes.
No one took pleasure in his misfortune, though. In two days, it would be their own turn again.
Wenren Sheng took in everyone's expressions. He was blind, so now he saw with his heart.
But with the Hero Network, what he saw with his heart was now even more detailed than what others saw with their eyes.
"Whether a watermelon is ripe or not, naturally the watermelon itself has the most say. So we should ask the watermelon first." Wenren Sheng walked over to the pitiful young man, patted his head, and comforted him.
The others looked at one another. This was the first time they had heard such a theory.
"Mm, mm, that makes a lot of sense. You have what it takes to be my teacher." Quan Sect Leader burst into laughter, then lowered his head. "Incense Master Chen, tell me—are you ripe or not?"
Incense Master Chen pulled a miserable face. "Sect Leader, I don't think I'm ripe."
"Oh, you say you're not ripe. Who can prove that? I think we still need to crack you open." Quan Sect Leader spoke with a perfectly serious expression.
"Ah!" Incense Master Chen shrank to the ground, not daring to resist in the slightest.
The others trembled as well.
Yet not one of them fled, because no one knew