"The three bowls of noodles that constitute life, human faces and scenes can be set aside, but it's the emotional connections that are the hardest to swallow."
"With more people, there's more chatter. Take Great Qin, for example. Even His Majesty, powerful as he is, has to care for old friendships and sentiments; naturally, the Sumitra Zen Institute would do the same."
"Since some are inclined to foster good relations with our Great Qin, then as a Taoist, I should give them some chips to help them out, shouldn't I? The Sumitra Zen Institute is just a bit conservative and traditional among the sects, nothing against righteousness. I'm not looking to deal with them too harshly," Yi Chen said with a grin.
"So, State Preceptor, you're having Lin Luo tell that group of bald monks you plan to divert the course of the Guicang River? And build a grand dam upstream?" Ying Si concluded his contemplation, dropping a piece admirably.
