If We're Going Down, We're Going Down Together

The little village fell silent. Ten thousand alpacas stampeded through Tiger Tamer's mind, their goofy faces seeming to mock him. When he turned, he found the young monks staring at him in confusion.

Were you going to stand there dithering all day?

Tiger Tamer felt wounded. The plans in his hands only made it worse. "I've got my approach figured out!" he said awkwardly, determined to recover from the humiliation of having lied.

"Really?" Yan Kong's voice was thick with doubt. Tiger Tamer felt he had lost all credibility in front of the new recruits. He had to win it back, or how would he ever command their respect?

"Really. As sure as gold! Look, I've even finished the sketches!" Tiger Tamer handed them over.

The children around him began chattering again.

"The Patriarch is amazing! His drawings are so detailed!"

Tiger Tamer's brow twitched, and his face reddened.

"Yeah! We'll definitely build a good house this time!"

Tiger Tamer wholeheartedly agreed. With a pack of little brats in tow, he returned to the original site, fired up for another try!

As the little village grew lively again, the Celestial Empire TV studio remained as bustling as ever. With the guests from China joining in, the event gathered momentum and the atmosphere kept rising.

"Our guests this time are masters from two schools: Baji Fist and Xingyi," Sheng Xiaoying began. Qin Fen nodded. Baji Fist was fierce and forceful, while Xingyi excelled at close-range strikes. Both were renowned styles. It looked like Chen Muyuan was in for a rough time.

Qin Fen watched intently. Off to one side, a middle-aged man from China sensed something and looked over. He found it strange that, since arriving, Chen Muyuan had paid little attention to his opponents and had instead kept watching that