Ou Peng called Monk Chang Geng to have a sip of tea, and gingerly asked, "Master, how shall we arrange the competitions hereafter?"
There was not a hint of the joy he should have felt after achieving the victory.
Monk Chang Geng was about to speak, when suddenly from behind him, a short and fat little monk stepped out from the crowd. With hands folded together, he saluted and said, "Martial Uncle, I want to challenge the disciple who just defeated Junior Brother Yuan Liao."
Ou Peng chuckled, finding it amusing that these underdeveloped youngsters were so eager to compete. He kept silent, waiting to hear what Monk Changgeng's response would be.
The old monk hesitated for a moment and said, "Yuan Kong, the boy has just finished a match. If you wish to have a contest, you should wait for him to take a rest. Don't you think so?"
