Suddenly, someone appeared ahead, tapping the ground with a bamboo cane as he walked slowly along. Tap, tap, tap.
The man's clothes were shabby, his figure aged, and desolation filled his every movement.
"Godfather?" Zuo Xiaoduo looked at him in surprise. "What brings you here?"
Blind Hong stopped and turned around, his white eyes rolling this way and that. He seemed to be looking at Zuo Xiaoduo, yet also seemed to be looking at something else. Suddenly, he let out a long sigh. "It's all fate. Truly, not the slightest bit is up to us..."
Zuo Xiaoduo was bewildered. "Godfather, what's wrong? Since you're here, come home with me. You're all alone and can't see. It makes people worry."
The expression on Blind Hong's face seemed very complicated. Suddenly, he snapped, "Don't call me Godfather! I'm not your godfather. Who wants to be your godfather?"
Zuo Xiaoduo said in puzzlement, "I remember you were especially happy back then. You even gave me your Life-Bound Ring. Why are you denying it now?"
As he spoke, he suddenly grew very wary. "You haven't come to ask for the Ring back, have you? It's mine now. I definitely can't give it back to you. It's already acknowledged its master. Even a ring gets unhappy if it has to keep changing masters."
Blind Hong rolled his white eyes in speechless silence for a while, then suddenly heaved a heavy sigh and vanished as well.
"Every one of them comes and goes without beginning or end, leaving me lost in clouds and fog. What on earth is going on...?"
Zuo Xiaoduo stood blankly amid the clouds and mist, scratching his head, as clueless as a ten-foot monk trying to find the top of his own head.
The clouds and mist ahead churned again. Suddenly, an