"Hehe..." Xingchen glanced at Mo Jianli, who stood beside him with an unpleasant expression, and smiled faintly. "Senior Xiao fought the Water Tribe with all his strength and even found the Princess they were seeking in the end. Not only should the hundreds of thousands of Jiangcheng Town's villagers thank you, Senior, but Little Gold Temple and Changsheng Academy should thank you as well!"
"No need!" Xiao Hua waved a hand. "I was merely passing through Jiangcheng Town. Whether its people remember me is of no consequence! Little Gold Temple need only remember the wager and leave Jiangcheng Town from this day forth!"
"However..." Xingchen smiled again. "While Senior did protect Jiangcheng Town, when it comes to how many of its villagers were saved, you may not have saved more than us Buddhist sect disciples! As for who won or lost this wager, hehe, this poor monk will say no more. Let Fellow Daoist Mo serve as witness!"
"Ah?" Xiao Hua looked "greatly stunned." He glanced at the somewhat gloomy-faced Mo Jianli and asked strangely, "Though I did not directly save many villagers, I held back the Water Tribe. Surely that does not mean I lost to Xingchen? Besides, I found their Princess, thereby resolving Jiangcheng Town's crisis. If I cannot be considered the winner, could it be that Xingchen won instead?"
"Hehe... Fellow Daoist Xingchen!" Mo Jianli gave a crafty smile from the side. "I recall you saying that we would compare whether Daoist methods or Buddhist sect methods saved more people, or which side's methods could eliminate Jiangcheng Town's calamity. Whoever did so would be the winner, correct?"
Xingchen savored those words for a moment, then nodded. "Precisely! Our Buddhist sect's Martial Ancestor Cihang saved hundreds of thousands of Jiangcheng Town's villagers. Does that not count as winning?"