Moon Gazing Marketplace.
Among the many small stalls, a stall for interpreting texts suddenly appeared.
The stall was not large, with only a table and a chair. Several writing implements were arranged on the table, while a small banner stood behind it, bearing eight large characters—"An Iron Mouth Judges True; A Single Word Worth a Thousand Gold!"
"Who is this stallkeeper? What a boast!"
The newcomers who had just entered the marketplace could not help being startled when they saw the stall and the lazy-looking young man behind it.
"This man is called Fang Lang. No one knows how he entered the Dao, but he has only been in this marketplace for half a month and has already made quite a name for himself!"
Nearby, several veteran cultivators offered them some pointers. "Don't let his youth fool you. His skill at interpreting the Text of the Great Dao is truly extraordinary. Take the Xia family's [Thousand Gold Secret Recipe] and Old He's [Secret Demonic Three Ginsengs]... They're both top-grade, sinister scriptures, the sort that could be classified as Mysterious Records even in the Tide Listening Pavilion, yet he interpreted them without a single mistake..."
"His fees are a little steep, but they're definitely worth the price."
"Didn't you see how even the Tide Listening Pavilion treated him with the utmost respect and invited him several times to help translate their scriptures?"
"Heh... Didn't they say that people in the same trade are natural rivals? Perhaps the Tide Listening Pavilion intends to recruit this master. That wouldn't be impossible, either!"
A group of Rogue Cultivators chattered among themselves, while a pretty young woman pressed a hand to her chest.
She carried a secret inheritance close to her body, but could not understand the Text of the Great Dao. Several times, she