Outside the Flowing Sand River, Yang Jian held Sha Chen in high esteem. At the same time, he muttered to himself, "It's a pity. It was just a brief exchange; there was no chance to have a proper face-to-face spar."
Roaring Sky Dog said, "Master, Sha Chen simply doesn't dare to have a face-to-face spar with you; he's no match for you."
Yang Jian remained indifferent and did not respond. Instead, he and Roaring Sky Dog retreated to the shore and began to chop wood and split logs on their own.
Roaring Sky Dog, puzzled, asked, "Master, what are you doing?"
Yang Jian replied, "I am building a small house to live in. The wind is too strong by the Flowing Sand River."
Then he began to construct a wooden hut, laying every brick and tile with his own hands.
Roaring Sky Dog, not understanding, said, "Master, why do we need to linger here?"
