The word "faith" was mysterious. It encompassed belief and worship, and as a deity revered by scholars, Wenchang naturally understood what the emergence of this righteous qi meant.
They belonged to the Confucian School. This was precisely the path they followed, gathering the faith of scholars throughout the world. But now? How had Natural Daoist done it? He refused to believe a single statement could produce such a terrifying effect. The Confucian School's current standing was the result of centuries upon centuries of uninterrupted tradition, with emperors constantly promoting it and working on its behalf. What Qin Fen had achieved so easily should have been impossible.
Wenchang felt deeply conflicted, but that was nothing compared to his heartbreak. Fuck, in the blink of an eye, his rival had poached all his customers. The pain inflicted damage on his heart by the ton. He was about to cough up blood.
Remember, the two of them were in the middle of a vicious spat. Scholars were the most united bunch, and Qin Fen had even challenged all of them, unleashing an insane barrage of insults. Yet in one fucking instant, instead of hating Big Chef and helping Wenchang trash the bastard, they had all charged over to the other side as if pumped full of stimulants, utterly resolute. His customers had fled in droves, and the scholars had turned against him.
Wenchang was miserable beyond words. He had led this following for years, and now it had fallen apart all at once. Watching Chef Qin crush it with his own hands, he felt such regret and loss that his Dao Heart nearly shattered.
Watching the vast amounts of white light springing up around him, Wenchang was speechless. Argue back? Fuck that. Nobody supported him anymore. How was he supposed to argue?
Matchmaker