At the North City Gate, the crowds were bustling, nearly like a busy market.
Chen Xu and the others queued at the back, without impatience, just listening to the crowd's lively discussions.
"The Hundred Words Stele is emitting red smoke, such a peculiar thing? What does it mean?"
"The Hundred Words Stele is drunk, just like someone would get drunk when drinking; the Hundred Words Stele heard too many good stories today, and now it's drunk."
"What are you saying, the Hundred Words Stele can get drunk? But it's a stone…"
"This stone listens to stories, why wouldn't it get drunk?"
The remarks were humorous, and immediately the crowd burst into laughter.
But someone couldn't help asking, "Then you say the Hundred Words Stele is drunk, how does that make it easier for you to climb the mountain?"
