At this moment, on the terrace above, there were quite a few people standing and watching the giant beast, and some even stood on the roofs nearby, but most of them were from out of town.
Jiang Wang noticed that the locals seemed to take it all in stride, going about their business, making tea or eating, all doing their own things in an orderly manner.
"Ah!"
It was then he heard a high, lilting voice in exclamation.
Jiang Wang turned his head and saw an average-sized man in Confucianist garb with an unusually high forehead, shaking his head and gesturing toward the beast outside the city.
It was well-known that literary men would climb high when they encountered elevation, and once high, they would compose. It seemed this Scholar Monk, upon seeing the giant beast and the great city, was struck with a bout of poetic inspiration.
Although Jiang Wang had no interest in poetry, the sight piqued his curiosity.
