Qingyun Dao Sect.
Su Changyu was a little dumbfounded.
He truly had not expected Grand Hua Daoist to actually sign him up.
Are you kidding me?
"Didn't you say yourself that you wanted to participate?"
Grand Hua Daoist was somewhat bewildered. Had this not been Su Changyu's own request?
What do you mean?
"When did I ever say I wanted to participate in the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention? Master, have you gone senile?"
Su Changyu said with a perfectly serious expression.
The next moment, Grand Hua Daoist understood.
This fellow was trying to play dumb?
"Stop playing dumb here. Your master has already registered you. To put it simply, you have to go whether you want to or not."
Grand Hua Daoist said angrily.
Registering for the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention had cost ten taels of gold, equivalent to the Qingyun Dao Sect's income for an entire month. And now he said he was not going?
Did he think this was funny?
But Grand Hua Daoist's serious expression made Su Changyu panic.
"Master, I was just saying it casually back then. How was I supposed to know you would take it seriously?"
"Besides, Master, if you send me to the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention, wouldn't I just be going there to make a fool of myself?"
"To be honest, if Little Junior Brother were not around, I would not be afraid of anything. The problem is that with Little Junior Brother there, if I go up and lose, wouldn't that make me a laughingstock in front of him?"
Su Changyu tried to persuade him with painstaking sincerity.
He definitely would not go to the Qingzhou Sword Dao Convention.
Su Changyu even found the whole thing rather baffling.
How had Grand Hua Daoist really signed him up?
*No way, no way—did