"Damn it, I hadn't even asked who you were, and you were already asking who I was?" Gu Xingzhi looked utterly speechless.
"First, I ran into you under bizarre circumstances among these desolate mountains stretching for thousands of miles."
"Then you brought me to a cliff and jumped straight off without a word. The key was that you were perfectly fine afterward."
"Are you some damn Immortal?"
Gu Xingzhi fired off a barrage of questions in return.
The Old Man scratched his head, looking somewhat confused.
"Hold it, hold it. Who exactly was suspicious of whom here?"
"Even I damn well thought this was inexplicable."
The old man and the young man argued in the ruined temple like a pair of living clowns.
They did not stop until the sun had set.
Both were exhausted, so they sat down before the statue that had turned into a pile of dirt.
As night fell, the weather grew colder, and gusts of chilly wind swept through from time to time.
The Old Man and Gu Xingzhi tightened their tattered clothes and unconsciously moved closer to each other. Then they quickly pulled apart, turned away, and ignored one another.
After quite a while, the Old Man spoke first.
"Say, the cold was setting in at night. How about we light a fire?"
Gu Xingzhi curled his lips. "Light one if you want. Why ask me?"
"Heh, you young people really had no manners. I was old and not very mobile, wasn't I?" The Old Man shot Gu Xingzhi a resentful glare.
Gu Xingzhi ignored him and remained still.
"Fine. Don't blame this old man if you freeze to death later."
The Old Man did not make a move either. He glanced around, picked a comfortable spot sheltered from the wind, and lay down.