Feng Jun was ultimately someone who cared about appearances. Everyone had elevated him to this position, so he could not remain indifferent.
He pondered for a moment before asking, "So what you mean is... we take turns hosting this conference?"
"That's a given." Steward Feng of Baizong Mountain nodded. "Otherwise, how would we demonstrate the Daoist Order's profound heritage? The Buddhist School only has Four Sacred Mountains, while the Daoist Order has Ten Great Heavenly Grottos, thirty-six Lesser Heavenly Grottos, and seventy-two Blessed Lands."
Feng Jun felt that he had a point, so he nodded. "Fine, I support you. But Luo Hua absolutely will not bid to host it."
"But Luo Hua has to take the lead," Azure Firmament Master said solemnly. "If nothing else, we can call it something like the 'Luo Hua Cup.' The naming rights can remain with Luo Hua."
Feng Jun gave him a helpless look. Sure enough, people became muddleheaded when they got old. He said with a laugh, "Fellow Daoist Qingxiao, Senior Qingxiao, Uncle Qingxiao... Luo Hua really cannot become any more famous."
"We only have two requests," Dong Zenghong spoke up. The Gugui Family's way of thinking was still more reliable. "First, Luo Hua must publicly support our appeal. Second... Luo Hua does not need to send disciples to the conference, but it must send judges."
"Third... this is an additional request. It would be great if Luo Hua could provide some prizes."
"Heavenly treasures, Spirit Stones, Cancer treatment slots, ordinary cultivation techniques... or Luo Hua's disciple recruitment quotas. All of these can be discussed."
"You really are worthy of having come from the Gugui Family." Feng Jun looked at him, both amused and exasperated. "Two requests somehow turned into three... Aren't prizes supposed to be provided by the host?"
Dong Zenghong answered