Tourist boats sightseeing on the Great Marsh, street vendors hawking their wares, applause like thunderclaps inside the bookhouse.
Liang Qu leaned against a wall in an uninhabited alley, closed his eyes, and extended his hearing.
Countless sounds began to play out a grand performance in his mind, and information leaped forth as if onto paper.
"You can't see the guy who used to swim back and forth at Shangrao Wharf anymore."
"I heard someone counted, he swam back and forth a thousand times! Been in the water for several days!"
"A thousand times? How strange, from Shangrao Wharf to Pingyang Wharf, taking the waterway is about seventeen or eighteen miles, right? A thousand times back and forth would be seventeen or eighteen thousand miles? Even iron would wear away, wouldn't it?"
"He is a Martial Master, not the same as us."
"What's different? Offend Master Liang, and you still have to follow behind his ass and eat farts!"
