The Black Daoist retorted with a face full of grievance: "Didn't you also participate? Why blame only me?"
"What's the use of saying these things now?" The young Daoist, feeling that continuing the argument on this issue was futile, said: "Let's think about what we're going to do next!"
Hearing the familiar voice, Saintly Virtue Daoist quickly covered his face with his wide sleeves, fearing that the two might recognize him.
However, his attire was so unusual that it was impossible not to attract attention. Soon enough, he heard a male voice from ahead: "Master, can you give me a fortune reading?"
The two disciples of Saintly Virtue Daoist heard the man's voice and turned their gaze towards him.
"Why don't we also get a fortune reading?" suggested the Black Daoist.
The young Daoist agreed: "Sure!"
A tear slid down the old face of Saintly Virtue Daoist hidden behind his sleeve. What kind of cursed fate is this? Why do these two idiots always end up wherever I am?
