The rising sun sets, and Ming Yue rises.
Within a courtyard somewhere in the city of Jin Yue.
A young novice monk, about ten years old, rubbed his head and asked Shen Hui, "Senior brother, that Yi Chengzi is so bad, he ruined your lecture with his fallacious arguments, why do you want to challenge him to a duel a year from now?"
"Why not have a match with this person now, beat him until he's looking for his teeth on the ground!" The little monk, dressed in a moon-white robe with golden edges, clenched his tiny fists and spoke fiercely.
Gazing at the moon outside the window, Shen Hui smiled serenely, "Little junior brother, you must remember never to underestimate the heroes of the world."
