Big Sister was speaking so quickly and indistinctly, yet somehow, she made her point very clear.
Everyone watched as the baskets of buns, after being steamed for half a day, showed no change; they all said, "This must be a spell! Is there anyone here who knows what kind of spell this is?"
"If I knew, would I still be standing here? That's funny."
"Old man, that's not right. So what if you have a few tricks up your sleeve? Just because she didn't give you the buns, you do this? That's not decent."
People from other places might be afraid of priests, but Bai Town's weren't, thanks to twelve years of development and transformation, they had formed a new hierarchy of disdain.
