Zhou Xuan spoke with great confidence, but Jia Dao felt uncertain inside.
"Great sir, think twice."
Jia Dao had served Bi Fang for many years as a Daoist, and he understood Bi Fang's nature very well.
"You want to hide ambushes in the Great Dream, which I think is absolutely impossible. Bi Fang is the storyteller God and has very keen Perception of dreams."
In Jia Dao's understanding, hiding ambushes in a dream for Bi Fang is like showing one's hand openly. How can such a thing deceive Bi Fang's eyes?
Zhou Xuan opened the folded fan and said, "The dream I lay down cannot be distinguished by Bi Fang."
The reason he was so confident was because of his Colorful Play techniques.
The tricks of the Colorful Play Master can fool the Gods and naturally can fool Bi Fang.
Seeing Zhou Xuan's stubborn insistence, Jia Dao found it hard to insist further and simply said, "Since the great sir has made up his mind, I have nothing more to say. I will support it."
