"No."
Jiang Lu put on a sage-like demeanor, waving his hand as he spoke,
"You and I are destined to part ways now. Go, and remember to always strive for goodness and never divulge my name to others. Should you commit any misdeeds, I will personally capture you."
"So, you're playing the role of Bodhi Patriarch now?" The second senior brother on stage exclaimed in disbelief.
"Ha ha." Jiang Lu laughed. "Is it that obvious?"
Under Jiang Lu's stern rejection, the sentient puppet eventually left, hesitantly looking back every three steps.
But this posed a new problem: how should Jiang Lu's performance be scored?
To give a perfect score wouldn't be fair, as everyone's scores were given by their puppets, but Jiang Lu's puppet had completely lost the ability to give a fair score.
Yet to give no score at all? That made even less sense.
Jiang Lu obviously couldn't be judged by conventional standards since he made a puppet gain consciousness.