"How foolish!"
The head of the Arhat Hall frowned deeply and said, "Someone dug a pit, and he just jumped in himself."
Abbot Ben Guang remained silent.
This Ming Jing could spontaneously compose Buddhist verses, showing his decent comprehension and cleverness, not seeming like such a foolish person.
However, deep down, he was uncertain.
"Do you think the junior brother has fallen for it?"
The Du Clan member asked worriedly.
Ming Yuan maintained a calm expression, shook his head, and said, "Both sides have raised the stakes to the maximum; everything depends on the outcome of this battle. If the junior brother wins, then the one duped would be that Sect Leader."
"It feels more like the junior brother is setting a trap to lure the other side in. What do you think, senior?"
The last sentence was directed to the elder behind him.
