It seemed that the Great Zen Master noticed Ye Tian's puzzled look and chuckled, "I've visited Huaxia three times. The last time I was there, your country was undergoing a revolt; if I hadn't known some of the Huaxia language, those Red Guards might have killed me."
Ye Tian understood, so it was that movement.
The two stopped at the entrance to the underground passage, where a spiraling staircase plunged straight down into the underground. The rosewood handrails of the passage emitted a pleasant aroma, not only lacking the rotting smell of wood but even seemed more refined amidst the dusty space.
"Young friend, may I know your name?"
Ye Tian thought for a moment and replied, "Youngster Ye Tian."
