That night,
Xia Yu settled down in the temple.
Due to the closed doors and windows, the room still felt stifling hot on this summer evening, so Xia Yu simply threw off his mattress and lay directly on the tatami, covering himself with only a thin blanket.
He couldn't sleep right away, as he was accustomed to staying up late and could only think about other things.
There wasn't much to ponder about tomorrow's culinary battle.
In a private duel, there were almost no conditions for victory or defeat, losing would at most cost one's face, and his undefeated record wouldn't result in being expelled from the temple even if it were broken. This was a condition arranged through the old man's negotiation with the Yuchuan Abbot.
The old man clearly intended for him to meditate here, and combining the old man's explanation on the "killer" issue with the anomalies of the temple at night, Xia Yu vaguely understood.
The key still lay in the culinary battle with Yuchuan Ayaka.
