Seeing Li Huowang eating in the main hall, the posturing Top Scholar Lv instantly seemed to deflate, and a fawning smile naturally spread across his face.
"Young Daoist Master, please excuse the scene. That wasn't a fight, just some Pear Garden disciples discussing the opera. Heh, you live and you learn."
Li Huowang's lips curled up slightly. "So? You got into an argument with the locals. They didn't give you any trouble, did they?"
Top Scholar Lv was brimming with triumph and had nowhere to share it. The moment Li Huowang engaged him, he immediately rolled up his sleeves, propped his right foot on a bench, and began to brag nonstop.
"Young Daoist Master, as you know, when it comes to singing opera, this old man has been doing it for over thirty years. Was I going to be intimidated by three kids in their twenties?"
