C84 The Battle Between Experts

Beneath a plum blossom tree on the street corner, an old man in a ragged Taoist robe sat behind a spread-out cloth. On it, two phrases were inscribed: "Your glory and riches lie with me; my life and death are dictated by the heavens."

With a flask in hand, the old man took a swig, his cheeks flushing with the warmth of the liquor