"Master, you're here again..." The Little Scholar frowned.
Bai Xiaosheng said, "You don't get it, this is the Sword Discussion Conference. You have to mix in with the crowd, watch together, criticize together, shout together, that's what makes it fun."
"This is called the Hundred Schools, you're observing the multitude of life's forms. You'll understand someday."
The Little Scholar said, "I don't know what Hundred Schools or life's forms are, I only know that the ancestor said you're neither sitting properly, nor standing properly, and if you keep missing the point, he'll break your face..."
Bai Xiaosheng glared, "Is that how you talk to your master?"
The Little Scholar felt a bit wronged, "I didn't say it, the ancestor did. They told me to personally remind you, as a warning."
Bai Xiaosheng waved his hand, "Don't bother with them, they're cold and lifeless, they leave a bad taste."
"Master, you should be careful with your words. The ancestor will know."
