Master Chi Yuan arrived at the Qin Liu Xi Daoist School and had barely opened his mouth when Qin Liuxi said, "If you're here to preach, save your breath. My tongue is so sharp because I never let anyone off when I'm in the right."
"I haven't even said anything, and you've already shut me down. What is there left for your master to say?"
Qin Liuxi huffed. "No need to speak; I already guessed it. You're going to say I was too harsh on that Scholar Lai, that I've lost the composure that a Daoist should have."
"Well, you tell me, why were you so harsh on people like him? You shouldn't be bothered by it," Master Chi Yuan asked.
Qin Liuxi was silent for a moment, then said, "You didn't hear what he said. He wants to rally scholars from all over to denounce our Daoist Temple as a sham, a 'black temple'. How could we have such thick skin to deserve that? Just because I refused to save him, he slanders our Daoist Temple like this?"
