"Nothing much. This Penniless Monk just came down to take a walk. Apparently a few special guests are staying at your place today. Is that true?" Fangzheng was obviously not there for a random walk. Uncle Da and company gave him an ominous feeling, so out of worry, he came down to take a look.
"They are indeed special. These people do not seem like your usual city folk. They smell like soil, as though they were wallowing in mud all day." Dog Song shared his analysis with Fangzheng.
Fangzheng nodded slightly. "Patron Song, what do you think they do?"
