Xie Xuanyi left the house alone, but he didn't join the crowd at the Great Pudu Temple. Instead, he found a tea house.
Nowadays, peace was a rare commodity in the Imperial City.
Sitting idly in the tea house, listening to a tune, time swiftly arrived at noon. The tea house gradually filled with people, and the chatter increased. Today, the Great Pudu Temple had begun preaching, and many had gone to watch the excitement. Quite a few in the tea house were discussing today's sermon.
"Did you hear? The delegation from Fan Yin Temple sent a little monk today."
"Tsk, that little guy is incredibly good at debating, eloquent as a lotus, making the monks from the Great Pudu Temple admit defeat. They're no match for him. Several debaters have come in succession, but none could best the little monk."
"A child under ten years old is already so formidable. What's left if Buddha's children intervene?"
"I heard today the Fan Yin Temple delegation also compared skills with the Martial Sect..."
