Wu Zhouxu's speech was like an old woman's foot-binding cloth—stinking and long. He rambled on until all the disciples in the arena were drowsy, and even the five Venerables on the platform had their heads tilted as they nodded off. Only then did he finally finish.
When Wu Zhouxu said, "All right, that concludes my speech. I'll now hand the time over to Great Leader Chen."
The sleepy disciples below immediately perked up. The five Venerables on the platform instantly raised their heads and began applauding together, leaving Zhang Xiaohua utterly baffled. Hadn't this whole crowd been asleep just now? How had they all still kept their ears open?
Chen Fengxiao heard this and loudly said, "Many thanks to Wu Dalang for his splendid remarks. He has explained in great detail the importance and necessity of this betting match. As for me, I won't say much more—only add two points regarding initiative and proactiveness..."
In an instant, the disciples below resumed their drowsy state, and the Venerables on the platform went back to dozing. Zhang Xiaohua, too, observed his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, meditating on the rabbit talisman within his Niwan Palace... Who knew how much time passed before Chen Fengxiao said, "All right, that is all I have to say. I wish for this betting match to conclude perfectly, smoothly, with high quality and high value!"
"Great~~~~" Everyone in the arena sprang back to life.
"Faint..." Zhang Xiaohua finally understood. These people had long since gotten used to it!
Then Chen Fengxiao and Wu Zhouxu exchanged a glance, both narrowing their eyes several times. They each took out a brocade pouch from their robes, walked over to one of the five Venerables, and handed him the pouches. The elderly Venerable solemnly rose and