Zhou Xuan looked back at Master Wu Ya and asked, "Master, why do you say that?"
"I seem to see an opportunity, you and that group of children affecting the fortunes of the Mingjiang Prefecture,"
said Master Wu Ya.
"Could you elaborate a bit more?"
"It's going to rain, the raindrops bounce off the blue tiles, lightly jumping on the stone slabs, always allowing one to sleep well, I should go to sleep too."
Master Wu Ya didn't explain what the opportunity was, but closed his eye, and when he opened it again, his expression turned into the cheeky look of Zhao Wuya.
"Brother Xuan, what did that bald donkey say?"
"Are you scolding yourself?"
Zhou Xuan smiled and did not continue with the topic but urged Turtle Mountain Taoist to properly analyze the memories of those leaves.
"Hiss!"
Zhou Xuan's second stick of incense started burning fiercely again, and the pace of burning incense greatly surpassed the speed when he was fooling Zhao Wuya.
