"Congratulations, congratulations!"
"Crown Prince, congratulations to you!"
The newly built Pugilistic Shrine bustled with activity, filled with people coming and going.
Xie Lian weaved through the long tables piled high with steaming bowls of noodles, golden soup, and fragrant white rice, busy as a bee, trying to serve guests while taking a moment to say, "Thank you, please take a seat!"
The Pugilistic Shrine, which had collapsed during a chaotic scuffle, had been rebuilt.
After reconstruction, it stood more grandly than the previous ramshackle building, complete with a newly constructed courtyard.
It was not Xie Lian or Hua Cheng who rebuilt it, but the villagers of Pugilistic Village.
After Xie Lian fled in a panic, they dug through the rubble and miraculously discovered a chest of gold bars.
These villagers had never seen so much gold before, and it nearly scared them to death.
Once they regained their senses, the village chief set aside some of it to rebuild the Pugilistic Shrine, leaving the rest untouched in wait for Xie Lian's return.
Thus, when Xie Lian returned with Hua Cheng, he was greeted not only by the enthusiastic "Daoist!" and "Little Hua!" from the villagers but also by a brand new shrine and a heavy box of gold bars.