Several young men and women in uniform approached, all dressed in green robes with white scarves beneath.
They carried themselves with grace and had distinguished features.
Each of them bore a magic tool, making it clear that their backgrounds were anything but ordinary.
One of the young men was named Song Chang'an.
He looked at Xu Zimo and sneered. "You comprehended a divine ability at a glance? Who do you think you are?
"You might fool these lowly people, but no one else."
He glanced at Xin Lao Wu, his eyes full of disdain.
To him, a profession like Xin Lao Wu's was probably beneath contempt.
"Whether I can comprehend it or not, what does that have to do with you? You're chattering away like some long-tongued hag," Xu Zimo sneered.
"And who are you?"
"Sir, please stop," Xin Lao Wu hurriedly said, tugging at Xu Zimo.
He apologized to the group of young men and women. "Students of the Academy of All Under Heaven, please do not take offense.
"This guest of mine has come to our City of Hundred Battles for the first time and knows nothing about many things."
"Senior Brother, let's go," said a young girl in colorful clothes beside Song Chang'an, tugging at him softly.
"Why make things difficult for people just trying to earn a living?
"Aren't we here to comprehend divine abilities? Finding a good spot is what matters."
"Don't worry, Junior Sister. I already had someone reserve a spot for us. There's no need to rush over now."
Song Chang'an smiled.
"I simply want to teach some country bumpkins from out of town the rules.
"Besides, I've spent so long comprehending the divine ability of the Sorrowful Heaven Buddha and have only gained a few insights. Yet this man claims he understood