The crowd was taken aback and looked around to locate the source of the voice.
The person who had spoken was none other than Du Yifu, beaming with a radiant smile.
Zhao Rong glanced at Du Yifu's smiling face, the corners of his mouth curving slightly as he spoke, "Brother Du, what brings you here?"
Du Yifu stepped forward a few paces and, instead of answering immediately, turned his head to survey the people around him. Then, with a sudden burst of laughter, he turned back to Zhao Rong, saying,
"Brother Zhao, you really are impressive. Listening to your and Fairy Zhao's conversation just now, it sounds like you've composed a poem about the State of No Self and also outwitted a Daoist gentleman. It really does inspire admiration in your elder brother here..."
Zhao Rong slightly pursed his lips and raised his hand to interrupt, "Brother Du, just say what you want to say, please. Qing Jun and I have matters to attend to."
