"Master, you still haven't given us the money!"
Saintly Virtue Daoist slowly slid off the chair's backrest, his buttocks touching the cold floor, feeling just as cold inside. This was truly a self-inflicted disaster!
"I'll give you the money." Saintly Virtue Daoist spoke weakly, as if on the verge of death: "Just get lost already!"
After the two left, Saintly Virtue Daoist mused that with their skills, they'd be discharged from the hospital soon enough. Not because their intelligence improved, but because the doctors' intelligence had dropped. At least he could have two days of peace and quiet!
But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, the pair returned once more.
"..."
Saintly Virtue Daoist's gaze could kill, but then a deep voice came from outside the door: "Junior brother, how have you been lately?"
This voice... Senior brother?
"We just wanted to inform you that Saintly Radiance Zhenren has arrived!" After saying this, the two bid farewell again: "Master, we're leaving!"
