A punch exploded, hurling the dragon and scattering fountains of water everywhere. Jenny was drenched like a soaked chicken, while Ye Tian was glad he had short hair, merely shaking his head as drops of water splashed everywhere, some falling onto Jenny and eliciting a glare from her.
A barbarian monk wearing a kasaya over his right shoulder emerged from the other end of the fountain, sporting a beard and bearing his right shoulder, holding thirty-six Bodhi beads in his right hand and maintaining his left hand upright in front of his chest, nodding slightly, "The Supreme Dharma Method measures reality with the heart."
Starting with a defining poem? I can do that too.
"Sunlight on the incense burner produces purple smoke, from afar watching the waterfall hanging over the former Chuan. Falling straight down three thousand feet, it seems like the Milky Way is falling from the nine heavens!"
