"Tch..." Elder Wang curled his lip in disdain. "If I hadn't gone soft back then and kept quiet about you peeping on Widow Liu in the bath, Yufen might have become my wife..."
"You think you're any better?" Elder Mo shot back. "When did I ever go peeping without taking you along? And you have the nerve to criticize me?"
"Then why didn't you invite me when you went to peep on Widow Zhang?"
"Did you invite me when you went down the mountain to drink with the girls?"
The two immediately began trading barbs, airing every last sordid thing they had done in their youth. Li Yichen and Mo Yurou laughed themselves silly.
"You two old bastards. Just wait until I get my hands on you." Elder Wu's face went white with anger. She had never imagined these two old scoundrels had done so many "fine things" behind her back.
"Thank you. I still think you're an old bastard, but what you did today really earned my respect..." Elder Mo finally said.
"I must have had eight lifetimes of rotten luck to end up as your fellow disciple." Elder Wang curled his lip. "Still, I never thought I'd end up dying with you."
"Hahaha..." Elder Mo burst into wild laughter. "What a coincidence! Neither did I."
Suddenly, Elder Mo stopped laughing and asked with a hint of anticipation, "Do you think we'll be fellow disciples again in our next lives?"
Elder Wang froze for a moment before answering seriously, "I don't want to be your fellow disciple again. Even if I'm reincarnated as a turtle, I don't want to share a pond with you."
"Tch... As if I want to be with you." Elder Mo curled his lip, then asked in puzzlement, "Huh? Why hasn't this damned place changed