"Master Yu is too arrogant," they said, "otherwise he wouldn't have died."
"Ha, a young man who isn't impulsive wastes his youth, it's as it should be..."
Sitting in the most secluded corner, Qing Yu silently watched the two young Taoists before him.
It is well-known that students sitting in the back row always believe the teacher can't see their little movements, and they are most fond of daydreaming and whispering.
The space, comparable in size to the famous square in the Imperial City of his former life, exacerbated this behavior. From this little corner where Qing Yu was seated, it was quite a distance to Zhu Kong. The two young Taoists who came to broaden their horizons could barely see a small figure.
So, naturally, they were not interested in watching the martial arts competition and could only chat, eventually shifting their discussion from Zhu Kong to Master Yu.
