"Crap?"
The corner of Mu Kun's mouth twitched. "You made it sound worse than it is. The bosses are divided, each supporting a different side. I am just the footsoldier without a free will."
"Without a free will. Yeah, right." Gu Yu sipped his tea. "Both sides had a dead disciple after the two rounds this morning—both were outstanding pupils. I know they can't blame anyone but their inferiority in skills, but you people of the government started it all. Just out of curiosity, why are you so sure that you can control the Taoist community?"
"We might have started it, but they are the reason anything could be started at all. If it were not for their hope of reuniting the orthodoxy and Longhu Mountain, the contest would never have taken place."
At this point, Mu Kun simply sat across the table, poured a cup of tea for himself, and chatted on.
