The instructor hurried to the dean's sleeping quarters. Finding the disciplinary teacher there too, he hastily bowed to both men before blurting out, "Masters, did you see that Thunder Summoning Curse just now?!"
"With a spectacle that big, who could miss it?!" The disciplinary teacher gave the instructor a meaningful look. "That was quite an improvement. Have you been practicing in secret?"
"Me?" The instructor pointed at his own nose. "Are you flattering me, Master, or making fun of me?"
"How could I possibly pull that off?!"
"Then it was..." The disciplinary teacher froze as something seemed to occur to him, then turned to the dean. "Don't tell me it was that brat again?!"
"Xie Chen?" The dean stroked his white beard. "It probably was."
The instructor stepped forward and cupped his hands. "Dean, the disciplinary teacher's earlier suspicions must have been right. That fellow must be from another temple, here to steal our students and ruin our reputation!"
"I think we should throw them out immediately!"
The dean smiled faintly. "What, memorizing incantations well and drawing powerful talismans means he's stealing our students? As far as I recall, no other temple has an expert capable of summoning a Purple Dragon Clone with the Thunder Summoning Curse."
At those words, the instructor immediately deflated.
The facts were exactly as the dean had said. Although Taoism had continued developing to the present day, many incantations had been lost.
What they studied now was only a drop in the ocean compared to the knowledge of centuries or millennia ago.
The Six-Platform Mountain Taoist Academy was already the foremost authority in Taoism. Other temples simply couldn't compare...
"Dean, this man is far too suspicious and dangerous. Even if he isn't here to steal students and ruin our reputation, we shouldn't keep him here,"