Xia Xin understood Xun Tianhai's thoughts.
If the ancestor were here, this year's competition would be a sure win.
Even if we take a step back and the ancestor slips up, with a best of three matches, we can at least win one, and not lose too embarrassingly.
Thinking of this, not just Xun Tianhai, but Xia Xin is now determined to persuade the ancestor to participate in the competition no matter what.
Realizing this, Xia Xin couldn't sit still, and suddenly stood up, solemnly saying, "I'll go find the ancestor..."
Master Wu paused, "Why are you looking for the Abbot?"
Before he finished speaking, Xia Xin had already turned and ran out.
Master Wu looked perplexedly at Fu'er.
Fu'er silently picked up a piece of watermelon, looking unaffected, "Xia Xin didn't know about the competition before, most likely the Xuanmen Association sent word asking him and the ancestor to participate."
