The people inside the nearby teahouse had already been dumbstruck.
The words spoken by those two burly men just now had nearly turned their brains to mush, but then the scholar, who seemed to be a disciple of One-Leaf Pavilion, suddenly launched a sneak attack. He had only run a few steps before being swiftly and neatly struck down from his horse.
Quick as a hare and fast as a falcon, yet it made the onlookers utterly confused.
The Tea Doctor of this teahouse was a man over fifty, an elder. In his youth, his family was well-off, and he had read some books. Unfortunately, his family fell on hard times; the young master who once studied poetry had to toil for a living, for wasn't he to eat?
Unwilling to be useless, he sold the family estate and became self-sufficient.
Later, because he admired the demeanor of the disciples of One-Leaf Pavilion, he opened this small teahouse. He enjoyed watching the learned young scholars coming and going and had been here for over thirty years.
