Yan Shi put down the Taoist Scripture in his hand and said helplessly, "Why have you come again?"
The green-clad, gray-haired Wei Yuan duplicate said, "Since nothing unexpected happened on the way back, I came to ask for another sigil."
Yan Shi sighed long and got up to take up his pen, saying, "With the Lord's position, how can I possibly move him with fishing using luck? This is the seventh one. If it still doesn't work, don't come back for a few days. I really can't write anymore."
Wei Yuan took the newly written sigil, swallowed it in one gulp, and pondered, "Although it doesn't move him, resisting the fishing with luck must also consume something for the Lord, right?"
