Mo Qingzhu nodded heavily again, gratitude written all over his face.
Then he extended a finger and, using his own true essence as ink, wrote directly in the air:
"Boy, I, Mo Qingzhu, concede this match."
Hearing this, the Boy immediately said in surprise:
"If you only wished to concede, Daoist Priest, you could have called out from below. There was no need to come onstage."
Xu Taiping was somewhat surprised as well.
Mo Qingzhu first shook his head, then quickly wrote:
"I came onstage because I have a few words to say to the Nameless Daoist Priest."
Hearing this, the Boy's expression turned slightly displeased.
Instead of answering Mo Qingzhu, he turned to Xu Taiping and said:
"Nameless Daoist Priest, if you do not wish to hear him, I can ask him to leave the stage for you."
Hearing this, Mo Qingzhu immediately said somewhat nervously:
"N-no, no, Nameless, Nameless Daoist Priest, I, I, I..."
Before Mo Qingzhu could finish, Xu Taiping calmly shook his head at him and said:
"There's no need to rush, Fellow Daoist Qingzhu."
Then he turned his gaze back to the Boy:
"That won't be necessary. I can hear him out."
The Boy immediately nodded at this, then turned to Mo Qingzhu and said:
"Green Bamboo Daoist Priest, although the Nameless Daoist Priest has no objection, under the Black Prison's rules, since you have conceded, you cannot linger onstage for too long."
Mo Qingzhu immediately nodded heavily:
"Yes!"
Then he raised his hand again and quickly wrote:
"Nameless Daoist Priest, how many sheets of Golden Millet Paper do you have? If you have plenty, our Hundred Talisman Sect is willing to pay a high price for them! We'll buy as many as you have!"
Xu Taiping froze for a moment, then smiled and shook