The old man, Song Yun, and Shadow looked indifferently at this group of old men performing a drama there, looking both ridiculous and laughable. After the result was announced, Song Yun smiled and asked Shadow, who was standing beside him, "What do you feel?"
"A bunch of clowns."
"Haha. Shadow, you're too disrespectful. How can you say that? These people are so old, you can't call them clowns."
"The meaning is similar."
The old man put down the cup he was holding and said indifferently, "Suit yourselves. Song Yun. Let's go."
The old man was the first to walk out, while Song Yun and Shadow sneered at the group of old men a few more times before following him out.
"Old man, you stop right there." The Third Elder shouted in a fury. He was the one who most wanted to drag the master and apprentice, Song Yun, down to hell.
