"I don't want to learn!" Xuan Yu said somewhat annoyed, "If I learn, I definitely won't be able to resist wasting incense."
Seeing his plan had failed, Xu Qing's expression showed some regret.
"Xu Immortal Family, what does a tiger look like? Is it formidable?"
"Naturally formidable," Xu Qing said with a smile, "The tiger is the king of the forest, the chief beast, its roar like angry waves, shaking the earth. Otherwise, there wouldn't be sayings like 'swallowing thousands of miles like a tiger'."
The lights of the Funeral Shop flickered, Xuan Yu turned his head to look at his own shadow cast on the wall, which seemed even larger than a tiger.
Xuan Yu knew it was just a shadow, but he couldn't help asking, "How big is the tiger in the circle hall?"
Xu Qing pondered for a moment, reached out his hand to the lamp, constantly adjusting the distance to the wick.
When the shadow of his fist on the wall was just right in size, he then said, "About this big."
