Outside Tassel Mountain...0

The mountain master of a Confucian school had secretly arrived and was now patiently waiting for a response.0

Even the deity in golden armor was starting to feel slightly sympathetic.0

A scholar who had the potential to become the deputy sect master of the Confucian temple was being ignored by that old scholar, someone whose statues had already been removed from the Confucian temples and smashed to pieces. The mountain master had already waited outside for more than two weeks, and if news of this were to spread, just the spittle from the scholars of the Majestic World would perhaps be enough to drown Tassel Mountain.0

On the peak of Tassel Mountain...0

The Confucian temple was mobilizing many scholars right now, but the old scholar remained completely unfazed and unperturbed. He stayed on the mountain peak day after day, analyzing the situation, grumbling in complaint, appreciating the engraved characters on stone tablets, offering his opinions on the significant changes sweeping through the world, and wandering around all over the mountain peak.0

In the words of the deity in golden armor, the mountain god of Tassel Mountain, the old scholar was like an old fly that couldn't find any shit to eat. The old scholar wasn't angered by this description, and he patted the mountain god's golden armor and happily remarked, "This description is quite lively and interesting. When I see that old geezer in the future,...1