Their attention had long been captured by Xia Liang's words and the patterns on the main beam. As for Master Tonghui? He had been left out in the cold.
"This… could this be…" Monk Ruoshan's eyes widened as he gripped the prayer beads in his hand, speaking incoherently. "No, it's impossible! How could there be such a grand design!"
It took a moment before Monk Ruoshan came back to his senses. "I never imagined Taoist Priest Cha possessed such skill! It's even more surprising that you, Master Xia Tian, could observe things in such minute detail. I, Ruoshan, am ashamed. Truly ashamed!"
Monk Ruoshan gave Xia Liang a deep bow. Even his form of address had changed, from the initial "young benefactor" to "Xia Liang," and now to "Master Xia Tian." The respect in his tone was self-evident.
