The Fortuity of the Ghost Spirit
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The hermit and the bearded man locked eyes.
After a brief moment.
"You're not reacting at all?" the bearded man said with frustration.
"And how would you like me to react?" Scholar Drunken Yue, the hermit, replied calmly.
The bearded man's frustration caused his beard to curl in agitation. "Ungrateful son!"
Scholar Drunken Yue chuckled softly.
Rumors end with wisdom, and conversations cease with laughter. There was no point in continuing this discussion today.
So, the two of them maintained their gaze and cotinued their silence for a considerable time.
Staring at each other like this was not a productive course of action. Besides, prolonged eye contact between two grown men could become rather uncomfortable.
Scholar Drunken Yue had no choice but to break the silence. "You brought me from my cave abode to the moon. What's the purpose?"