Zhou Xuan listened more and became clearer, he seemed to have tasted the flavor.
"You still want to have a look? Lao Yuan, oh Lao Yuan, no wonder you're in such a hurry to test me. Turns out, you want to steal... eh...steal a disciple!"
"Nonsense... how can it be stealing in a storyteller's business?" Yuan Buyu's face blushed bright red as Zhou Xuan pointed out the truth.
Zhou Xuan spread his arms and said, "We're master and disciple, we can talk about any difficulties. There's no need to beat around the bush..."
"Stop talking, let's start practicing."
Yuan Buyu felt his face burning hot with embarrassment.
"Then Master, could you start by explaining what eight incense sticks are like?"
When Zhou Xuan referred to him as "Master," Yuan Buyu found it grating to his ears, wondering if his disciple was being sarcastic.
Even with a thick face, he said, "Well, the technique of eight incense sticks is called Dream into Dream!
