Quite a few people rushed over. Seeing Mei Zhenhong actually kneeling before Tang Wen, they were all dumbfounded, wondering what the great sect leader Mei was playing at this time.
Mei Zhenhong's face instantly flushed red. She glared angrily and said, "What are you staring at? I made a wager with Master, and I lost. From now on, I'm Master's personal maidservant."
"Heh heh heh, congratulations, Master, on acquiring a fine maid!" Gu Mutong could no longer hold back a dry chuckle.
Mei Zhenhong's face turned crimson with anger, but she knew she was no match for Gu Mutong. She could only glare at him and swallow her anger.
"All right, disperse, disperse. Gu Mutong, take out another tent and put it up. Set out another bed too. Zhenhong will be attending to me tonight." Tang Wen waved his hand.
The disciples of the Moving Wood Palace were furious but dared not speak. Each gave their palace master a helpless look, then covered their faces and left.
"Ah... Master, please treat the palace master kindly." Grand Elder Tian Qiuran sighed, his departing steps somewhat unsteady.
"Take care, Palace Master!" Second Elder Mo Wuyuan cupped his hands and left sorrowfully.
Yet, however hard the two racked their brains, they could not imagine what their palace master had wagered with Master. Moreover, how could their exceptionally clever palace master have lost?
They would never have thought it had anything to do with martial prowess.
Tang Wen's youth was the perfect disguise for a tiger playing the pig.
"See that? Another one fell for it." Shen Gongyang shook his head and sighed.
"Heh heh, that's what makes it fun." Chu Cong grinned.
"Lord Tang's age is going to be the death of a whole crowd of people," Shen Gongyang said.
"As long as