"Fuck you! Is this one word? You're damn seeking death!"
Seeing the two sides about to start a fight, Ning An swiftly darted into the crowd, managing to hold both parties back with the help of another group of villagers.
"What's going on here? Can any of the villagers explain this?"
Looking at the two groups ready to brawl, Ning An felt a headache coming on.
Ning An actually knew these people quite well; they were all from the surrounding villages. When he was young, he'd eat at various villagers' homes with his master, and many of them had familiar faces.
Moreover, since Ning An's master was respected in the surrounding villages and handled matters impartially, whenever there was a dispute, villagers would come to Changchun Temple for mediation.
Everyone knew Ning An as well, and since he was also fair in handling matters, even after the old Daoist went traveling, they still used this place as a mediation hall.
