"Senior Brother, why must our fate be so bitter?" Zhunti cried.
Jieyin wept as well, tears streaming down his face.
If Hongyun had been sitting on a cushion, seeing them cry like this, he would surely have given it up for them.
But Hongyun was not sitting on a cushion.
Hongyun was seated on the open ground.
Hongyun looked at Jieyin and Zhunti and felt great sympathy for their current plight.
Hongyun truly lived up to his reputation as an old-fashioned good man.
"Which fellow daoist might show us some kindness and give up a seat for us two brothers?"
"If any fellow daoist is willing to yield a seat, we two brothers will be endlessly grateful!"
The six people seated on the Cushions looked at Jieyin and Zhunti, all of them unconsciously frowning.
The others also frowned as they watched Jieyin and Zhunti.
The hall was so vast, and most people were seated on the open ground. Jieyin and Zhunti had arrived late, so it was only natural that there were no Cushions left when they got here. But why did they have to cry?
They were two grown men—and cultivators at that. Was there any meaning in acting like this?
It had to be said that most people found Jieyin and Zhunti's behavior deeply repulsive.
"What are you crying for? You came late and there are no cushions left. What is there to cry about?" Dijun, seated on a cushion, said disdainfully.
Dijun was no Hongyun. He would not give up his seat just because Jieyin and Zhunti were howling and bawling.
Jieyin and Zhunti looked at those seated on the Cushions. It seemed none of them had any intention of yielding their seats...
This... seemed rather troublesome...
The two brothers thought and thought, until at last they