"Could it be that if Changsheng Academy lost, you would also leave Changsheng Town?" Daoist Master Xiao glanced at the scholar, then at the plump, fair-skinned monk beside him, and asked with a cold sneer.
Dean Zhu shook his head with a smile. "That wager is between Jiangchao Temple and Little Gold Temple; it has nothing to do with Changsheng Academy! Of course, if Jiangchao Temple does not agree, then simply pretend this student never said anything!"
Daoist Master Xiao hesitated greatly. Changsheng Academy was different from Little Gold Temple; it had no direct conflict with Jiangchao Temple. In fact, many of the academy's scholars greeted Daoist Master Xiao with great courtesy whenever they saw him. Some of the younger scholars had even visited Jiangchao Temple while watching the tide by the river.
Moreover, Daoist Master Xiao knew that Dean Zhu was named Zhu Junfeng and enjoyed immense prestige in Changsheng Town. The academy held not only the children of Changsheng Town's wealthy households, but also those of ordinary commoners. Many students from within several hundred li came to study there. Although he had never met Zhu Junfeng, his name had long thundered in his ears. With Zhu Junfeng involved, he definitely would not suffer some underhanded loss in this challenge against Little Gold Temple! But the problem was that Changsheng Academy was a true academy, with genuine Confucian cultivators. Not only was it stronger than his Daoist school that hung up a sheep's head while selling dog meat, even Little Gold Temple was unlikely to compare. If he played along with these two, would he not become the laughingstock of this Immortal-Buddha Grand Ceremony?
Yet when he thought of Zen Master Mingyue's air of complete confidence, as well as the gazes of everyone around them, Daoist Master Xiao forced