"No, no, I didn't lose! I didn't lose! The winner hasn't been decided yet. Since I haven't lost, why should I drink this Water of Oblivion? At most, this round was a draw."
Wang Minglun waved his hands in a panic and shouted furiously, his body trembling violently.
How could he not know he was just making excuses? He couldn't drink the Water of Oblivion. He absolutely couldn't.
He could figure out with his toes what Xu Yi would ask him once he drank the Water of Oblivion.
His supposed collusion with the Ming Dao Society was only an accusation made by outsiders. But with the exchange meeting as a pretext and the Central Academy's name behind it, as long as he refused to admit anything, the academy couldn't pin the blame on the Ming Dao Society.
And if the blame couldn't be pinned on the Ming Dao Society, then naturally it couldn't be pinned on him, either.
But once he drank the Water of Oblivion and admitted it with his own mouth, the charge that he had betrayed his own side would stick.
With his personal conduct tarnished and the matter set in stone, the Central Academy would probably never take him in, no matter what.
And as for the Southern Academy, to quell the criticism, they would certainly make sure he didn't get off lightly.
That would leave him with nothing at all. Not only would he have no hope of joining the Central Academy, but his good days at the Southern Academy would surely be over, too.
On top of that, he had made an enemy of Xu Yi, a vicious one at that. He probably wouldn't even be able to stay at the Southern Academy.
Thinking of such terrifying consequences, Wang Minglun would naturally rather shamelessly