"How did you get here?" Lord Lao was left speechless. Was he not even allowed to show off in peace? Embarrassed, he failed to notice a problem: how could Zhen Yuanzi possibly have sneaked up on him without a sound? He was a Saint, after all. Concern had muddled Lord Lao's mind, and he was still thinking about how to smooth things over and get past the fact that he had been talking behind someone's back.
"Why can't I come?" Qin Fen had not reverted yet. Anxious, he had transformed into Zhen Yuanzi, grabbed the Ginseng Fruit, and rushed back.
"Serve the tea, serve the tea!" Lord Lao said gloomily. His dignity as a master... He sent Golden Horn and Silver Horn away again.
The young Daoists happily left. As they ran outside, they chatted excitedly.
"Haha, Zhen Yuanzi came too. He asked for a fruit, so when Qin Fen goes to Five Villages Temple and can't find anyone, it'll be perfect for Lord Lao!"
"Yeah, how could his luck be this good?"
"That's what you call good fortune. When someone's lucky, he can find money just walking down the road. Lord Lao is going to strike it rich this time!"
He was going to strike it rich—really rich! Looking at Zhen Yuanzi's expression and hearing that "Why can't I come?", Lord Lao sensed fury in every word.
Lord Lao smiled awkwardly. "Of course you can come. Your arrival honors this humble place, Daoist friend."
"Enough nonsense. We have the Ginseng Fruit. What else are we missing?" Zhen Yuanzi asked.
Lord Lao's heart skipped a beat as he stared at Qin Fen's face. "You again?"
"Who else would it be? Do you think everyone has so much free time to chat and shoot the breeze with you?" Qin Fen was