"Master, if we don't head over, the competition will be over," Salted Fish grumbled.
Red Boy said, "Master, it's not right for you to do that. It's very draining on Dharmic powers to invisibly stroll the streets. Where are we going? Why does it feel like we are distancing ourselves from the competition venue as we walk?"
Fangzheng did not say a word. Instead, he quickened his pace and walked forward. After passing a street, he saw a small park by a river.
There was a small shed in the park. The sound of gongs and drums sounded from inside, as if there was a performance.
However, there was no one outside the shed.
"Heh, Master, there seems to be someone singing opera over there." Squirrel pointed at the shed curiously.
Red Boy said, "What's so good about opera? Look, there's no one at the entrance. I believe everyone has gone to watch the competition. That's probably what you call interesting."
