Yingtan, afternoon.
Far fewer tourists were roaming the streets today now that the contest was over. Most of them were on their way back home—of course, some needed an extra night of rest here. Half a day had passed since the event and the accumulated emotions were still fermenting; the whole city was still immersed in the excitement of the aftermath.
Imagine you had just had the perfect reproductive activity and were now lying in bed, fatigued but relaxed. Your mind was in harmony with your body, utterly satisfied and perceptive. You felt like wandering the great void, sensing your great alignment with the universe.
In one word: sweet!
Everyone in every corner of the country seemed to be talking about the three rounds of contest. This was the very first direct presentation of the Taoist skill at a relatively large scale.
