The insane Sutra Master seemed unfazed by Chen Yi's disrespectful words and instead asked, "You do not listen to the Buddhist Law?"
"No." Chen Yi answered decisively.
The Sutra Master swayed his head, as though puzzled, his gaze sharp. "Why not listen?"
Chen Yi replied, "I've already told you, you're an idiot."
"......"
The Sutra Master froze for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.
"Few in the world truly recognize me."
He pulled out a gourd, took large gulps of wine, then began to sway and dance wildly, his movements haphazard and full of opening points.
Yin Tingxue watched the bizarre man with wide eyes, utterly confused.
Chen Yi remained silently seated at the table, half his face obscured by shadows, making it impossible to discern his expression.
From afar on the river, when he first laid eyes on the man, Chen Yi was unsure. Now, seeing him up close, he confirmed it: he knew the Sutra Master's history.
