Travelers in other rooms who had been cocking their ears all this time couldn't hold back their curiosity either, and quietly pulled open a crack in their doors to gawk at the Zen Master of Zuan.
Gou Chusheng was still holding his liquor bottle. He had been stunned for a few seconds after hearing the Zen Master of Zuan spit out those lotus blossoms of pure eloquence.
When he finally snapped out of his trance and went to match wits with the Zen Master of Zuan, shouting, "I f—"
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