The plump young man swiftly moved up, his Sword Qi was indeed overpowering for a moment, while Chu Shuiting had just returned to the center of the arena.
Another round of drinks passed, and the banquet was filled with joy, the smoke from the furnace rose and drifted away. At the main seats, under the plain white wall, a figure in simple clothes remained as calm as the moonlit night.
Dozens of robed Zen masters gathered together, burning incense and chanting scripture, at the center, a person with a serene Buddha's face had summoned someone who looked like a high monk next to him, the fragrance of the tea wafted over as they held a scroll of scripture, seeming to be discussing its meaning.
Only the tall and gaunt man with the Mystic Fox Face nodded slightly towards the arena below, but it was unclear whether he was acknowledging Chu Shuiting's five advancements or the Little Sword Immortal's beautiful final move "Flower-piercing Butterfly-harming."