He is a guard, not a priest, and practices martial arts. It is perfect for him to spar with Mu Tu.
"Limit it to a point, do not harm the harmony," Han Yan said.
"The master has decreed, limit it to a point, do not harm the harmony," Wen Gaoren immediately stood up and relayed the master's decree.
The sparring match that was meant to liven up the banquet was instantly turned serious by his earnest statement.
The crowd looked at Wen Gaoren's solemn demeanor, then at his master beside him, who could be mistaken for his granddaughter, wanting to laugh but feeling too embarrassed to do so aloud.
Han Yan covered his face briefly; having such an elderly disciple with nearly no teeth left might not be something to be proud of.
"Facing death with such high spirits, sleeping well and eating heartily, it's not easy," a cold laugh sounded at that moment as seven or eight priests in black robes walked over arrogantly.
