"Fellow Daoist Gu, you're being foolish, so foolish!"
"Zhang Guangcheng clearly harbors ill intentions. This Vermilion Fruit Dharma Assembly, our Thousand Waves Sect has already lost three times in a row. Fellow Daoist Gu, if you go, how could you possibly win? It would only result in a loss of face for nothing!"
"When soldiers come, you use generals to block; when water comes, you use earth to obstruct. The Zhang Clan might use the status of the Elder from the Scripture Hall to suppress you, but my Ding Clan has ways to counter it, so why rush into action?"
After registering his name, Gu Yuan took a scripture from the Scripture Hall, and then prepared to return to the Cultivation Hall prepared by the Thousand Waves Sect for him. Ding Zhichong naturally followed, urging him continuously from above the clouds.
