Ouyang walked out of the Main Hall, picking his ear amid Dongxu Zi's furious roars of humiliation turned to anger.
The moment he stepped outside, he saw Little Bie San riding on Zhao Qiansun's head, baring his teeth as he yanked at his hair.
Gone was the harmonious scene of a man expounding the Dao and a monkey listening. Now they looked more like two sworn enemies settling old scores and new grudges together.
Little Bie San punched Zhao Qiansun in the eye. Zhao Qiansun screamed, and fury instantly blazed within him.
He rolled over and straddled Little Bie San, then landed two thumping punches on the monkey's face.
The man and monkey fought fiercely, but both still had enough sense not to use True Essence or Spell Arts, wrestling and brawling like ordinary people.
Ouyang sat down at leisure on the stone steps and watched the man and monkey tangled together.
A kick for a punch, a fistful of hair and two resounding slaps-the saying that monkeys excelled at stealing peaches was no lie at all.
Seeing Zhao Qiansun's features nearly scrunch together in pain, even Ouyang involuntarily clamped his legs together.
In terms of physical prowess alone, there was still a gap between humans and wild beasts.
After only a few rounds of grappling, Little Bie San was back on top of Zhao Qiansun, pounding him with monkey fists until he howled like ghosts and wailed like wolves.
When Zhao Qiansun spotted Ouyang sitting on the stone steps, he looked as though he had seen his savior and shouted for help. "Senior Brother! Quick! Your monkey's gone mad!"
Only after he had enjoyed enough of the show did Ouyang cough and feign anger as he scolded Little Bie San. "Enough, stop fighting. What sort of place do you