To save himself the embarrassment, Ximen Chuihuo could only say respectfully, "Ancestor, your mastery of both pen and sword is unparalleled, your dominance absolute. The poem subtly reveals your grand ambitions. You are a role model for all of us disciples of the Spiritual Control Sect to emulate."
The Old Beggar was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing. "You have a good eye! A good eye!"
Meanwhile, the people listening below were utterly grim-faced.
'Who is this guy? How can he just represent all the disciples of the Spiritual Control Sect?'
'And this grandiose old fool is an Ancestor of the Spiritual Control Sect?'
'Which Ancestor is he?'
The Ximen Couple, however, breathed a sigh of relief.
They knew that person had to be Ximen Chuihuo.
This meant Ximen Chuihuo was truly all right.
That was a relief.
At that moment, the Old Beggar's voice once again sounded from the heavens: "Do you know of the Duoling Dog?"
