Hundreds of miles west of Heavenly Wave Lake, atop a certain hill, an elder in green attire with white hair sighed softly: "Alas, it seems they too have failed!"
No sooner had he spoken than a soft voice emerged from the shadows below the hill: "That person is withdrawn and avoids contact with outsiders. Isn't failure expected? If it were so easy to succeed, wouldn't our decades of meticulous planning become a joke?"
"You speak lightly. If we cannot lure that one out of seclusion, how will we explain to the Lord Daoist?" The white-haired elder furrowed his brow, chuckling derisively.
"The lord is wise and mighty; he would not blame us. Initially, sending us to monitor that person was merely a leisure move. You've lived for so long, yet you still can't understand this. Tsk tsk, brains are a good thing; you should use them!"
