Chapter 1139: Chapter 1139: Turmoil Emerges
Xia Xin understood Xun Tianhai’s thoughts.
If the ancestor were here, this year’s competition would be a sure win.
Even if we take a step back and the ancestor slips up, with a best of three matches, we can at least win one, and not lose too embarrassingly.
Thinking of this, not just Xun Tianhai, but Xia Xin is now determined to persuade the ancestor to participate in the competition no matter what.
Realizing this, Xia Xin couldn’t sit still, and suddenly stood up, solemnly saying, "I’ll go find the ancestor..."
Master Wu paused, "Why are you looking for the Abbot?"
Before he finished speaking, Xia Xin had already turned and ran out.
Master Wu looked perplexedly at Fu’er.
Fu’er silently picked up a piece of watermelon, looking unaffected, "Xia Xin didn’t know about the competition before, most likely the Xuanmen Association sent word asking him and the ancestor to participate."
Upon hearing this, Master Wu’s eyes lit up. Ignoring the watermelon juice on his hands, he slapped his thigh vigorously, "Right! How could I forget the Abbot? As long as the Abbot participates in the competition, this year’s contest will surely be won, we can certainly defeat the opponent!"
Fu’er was not as optimistic as Master Wu, "You don’t know, the ancestor has always been uninterested in these matters. I guess the ancestor might not agree."
Master Wu was puzzled, "Why wouldn’t she agree? This concerns the face of our entire Xuanmen!"
Fu’er shrugged, "The ancestor never planned to stay here long, let alone care about face. She doesn’t care about these things."
Master Wu still didn’t quite understand.
In his view, this was a major event concerning national prestige.
Although Jiangli usually appeared indifferent and nonchalant about everything, surely she couldn’t be indifferent about this kind of thing?
If it weren’t for his limited abilities and the Xuanmen Association’s disregard, he would want to sign up to help out. Even if it doesn’t work, he would have no regrets.
Better than doing nothing.
Fu’er met Master Wu’s questioning gaze but said nothing, just continued eating watermelon as if no one was around, yet no one saw his furrowed brow.
...
On the other side.
Jiangli lay in bed, not sleeping soundly. She was somewhat dazed, seemingly asleep, yet fully aware of the commotion outside.
Feeling as if she was awake, but also feeling like she was asleep.
At that moment, she heard a knock on the door again.
Xia Xin’s voice, along with the knocking, came through.
"Ancestor, have you gone to bed? There’s an urgent matter."
Jiangli frowned slightly but suddenly opened her eyes.
Upon waking, her eyes were clear, truly unlike someone who was asleep.
Jiangli rubbed her aching forehead, got up, walked over, and opened the door to see Xia Xin standing outside.
Jiangli asked irritably, "What’s happened?"
"Well, Director Xun just called me, saying that Xuanmen might really be in some turmoil lately." Knowing that disturbing someone’s rest is bad luck, Xia Xin said with a smile.
Jiangli opened the door wider and turned around, "Come in and talk."
Xia Xin came in.
Jiangli walked to the small coffee table, picked up the water jug, poured herself a cup of cold boiled water, and asked, "What kind of turmoil?"
"Director Xun said..."
Word by word, Xia Xin truthfully conveyed what Xun Tianhai told him to Jiangli, then looked at Jiangli expectantly, awaiting her reaction.
Jiangli furrowed her brows slightly, holding the cup, she sat by the bed, lazily saying, "Is he trying to have me lead Jiaoyang Temple to participate in the competition?"