"Wait, what did you say?" Sha Polang interrupted him, saying, "Are you saying that a brick fell from the sky, knocked down the Little Stone Emperor, almost killed him, and left him lying limp on the ground?"
Although his words were crude and looked down upon, he did manage to get to the point, which was something the others also wanted to confirm.
"Your words are unpleasant, but that's indeed what happened." The old Taoist did not get angry and remained calm.
"What happened next? Do you know who threw the black brick?"
"..." The old Taoist felt very vexed and found it hard to start explaining. It sounded as if the dignified Little Stone Emperor was some sort of street character who got ambushed and hit by a black brick, vastly different from his heroic image.
"Later, my ancestors took the brick and studied it meticulously every day, treating it as a family heirloom Holy Brick..."
