Chapter 38: Inside and outside the academy, the North is tenacious (Part 1)

"Do you think it's a little weird that I'm so indifferent?" Before Shadow could respond, the fisherman said to himself, "Obviously there's nothing strong in the Academy, so you're willing to let your Huaigu succumb to others?"

"It doesn't matter. I hope no one knows about me, Huaigu!" Shadow replied confidently.

The fisherman thought about the character of the shadow himself, was speechless for a moment, and then continued: "There are only a lot of people in the academy! Let’s not talk about anything else, let’s just talk about the peak level. The dignified number one in the Eastern Region doesn’t even have a peak level. .” He sighed, “There are even masters invited from other places. They say it’s the honor of being the wine bearer, but it’s just to give the academy face!”

The fisherman finally raised his head and looked at the shadow squarely, and said slowly: "In this case, it doesn't matter to you, and it doesn't matter to the wise, because the path you two are taking doesn't really care about these things." He put down his fishing rod and stood up. Don't look away, "What about that saint? He has so many disciples under his command, and he is willing to let his apricot altar be subordinated to others? The saint may not care, but he has so many disciples who don't care?"

For a long time, the fisherman didn't hear a response and thought the shadow was gone. But when he lowered his head, he saw that the shadow was still in the pond.

"You can leave if you want. I'm very free here. There's no need to be reluctant before leaving." The fisherman sat back by the pond, grabbed his fishing rod and cast a line. The fishhook hit the shadow just right, and the water rippled, shattering the shadow. The afterimage then reunited into a shadow with the backflow of the water waves.

"Senior hasn't answered my question yet." Shadow seemed stubborn.

"What?" The fisherman was confused for a moment. After saying so much to him just now, shouldn't it be because he didn't answer his own question?

The fisherman thought about it carefully. The last sentence he said in the conversation before he heard the response was probably a question. Why didn't he answer it?

"School! Senior, are you really not going to intervene?" Shadow said word by word.

Is this question unanswered? The fisherman thought about the whole process from when they met until now. It seemed that the other party got straight to the point as soon as they met, but he was still beating around the bush. This was indeed his fault.

"It's not the time yet!" The fisherman lowered his eyes for a while and muttered these words.

"Then when is the time?"

"It seems you haven't answered my question yet!"

Shadow choked for a moment, and after recalling the question asked by the fisherman just now, he replied angrily: "I care! There must be someone who cares, how could they not care at all? There is only one saint. There may be one in the future, but for now there is only one!"

"That's right! Xingtan has such strength that he could not be inferior to others, but he can only be inferior to others. Aren't you curious why?"

"Senior seems to have not answered my question yet." This time it was Shadow's turn to remind.

"Of course this is the time when I have to let the old man take action." The fishing old man seemed to say something but didn't say anything at all.

"Not curious!" Knowing that he would not get the answer from the fisherman, the shadow on the water gradually faded.

"Ha." The fisherman shook the fishing line lightly, shattering the already dim shadow.

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Eastern region, Sophora Valley.

Lao Ma Pao opened his eyes and looked to the east with a complicated expression.

"Old fox!" Old Ma Pao shook his head, his eyes hinting at disappointment. He lowered his head and looked at the chessboard, looking at a newly bright white chess piece in the southeast corner of the chessboard. Unknowingly, his tight lips slowly curved.