Were all the disciples of the Knowledge and Practice Institute such monstrous talents?
No wonder that man had defeated thirteen masters of the temple in succession back then, leaving his master so crushed that he had never recovered.
The Knowledge and Practice Institute truly lived up to its reputation!
Yangduo had originally intended to defeat the outstanding young disciples of the Knowledge and Practice Institute one by one. If his challenge succeeded, surely his master would feel comforted, and perhaps even piece together his shattered confidence in the martial path.
But now, facing He An and this nameless fat fellow, Yangduo felt a profound sense of defeat. Even his Buddhist heart, which knew "neither birth nor death, neither increase nor decrease, neither defilement nor purity," had begun to waver.
He stood rooted to the spot, unsure whether to keep attacking or simply give up.
Fan Dazhi picked up the meat bun that had fallen to the ground, tenderly blew the dust off it, and impatiently took a bite.
"Smells so good... You're vegetarian, so you don't get one!"
Fan Dazhi smacked his lips as he ate, grease coating his mouth. He casually handed He An a bun and sat down in front of Yangduo, smacking his lips even louder.
The enticing aroma drifted through the air, and Yangduo's stomach betrayed him with a growl.
"Here, this is for you... I said last time that I'd treat you to a meal. See? I kept my word."
As Fan Dazhi spoke, he actually pulled a plain steamed bun from inside his robe and offered it to Yangduo.
Yangduo did not stand on ceremony. He accepted it, took a bite, and followed Fan Dazhi's example, sitting cross-legged on the grass.
Some things in this world were just that strange. Three people who had