The two fellows saw me and immediately flew over, beside themselves with joy. [Burning^Text^Bookstore]
"May you strike it rich at first sight! May you strike it rich at first sight, City God!" Black Impermanence habitually drifted over.
White Impermanence also squeezed out a smile. "City God, may you strike it... rich at first sight, may you strike it..."
"That's enough. With a face like yours, it's fine if he says it. Don't say it yourself—it's bad luck. Just do it the usual way." I needled White Impermanence. He looked so miserable that anyone would have thought he'd just run into a creditor!
"Oh, all right, all right..." White Impermanence was utterly embarrassed, but there was nothing he could do. He wasn't as smooth and tactful as Black Impermanence, who acted familiar with everyone.
Black Impermanence glanced awkwardly at White Impermanence, who rolled his eyes at him and muttered, "It's all your fault. You told me to imitate you! You made me embarrass myself."
"Ahem, tell me—while I was in the underworld these past few days, what news have you heard up there?" I asked, pretending I hadn't heard them.
"City God, there's quite a bit of news. That fleshy monk—the one carrying the Flesh-Buddha—is still waiting for you up there. It's been over a day. Then the Nine Great Daoist Sects of the south have started choosing their next generation and are preparing to groom them as a priority. After all, the reclusive Daoist sects were wiped out in the previous battle. If the Four Regions Conference fails again, something terrible may really happen. Uh... the Aristocratic Clans are looking for the Blood Cloud Coffin, and they also want to question you, but it probably won't amount to anything, right? We heard from Nong Guofu's side that they seem to