On the northern shore of the Li River, the military camp set up along the riverbank, with tents and flags fluttering together in the strong wind, resembling a fleet of ships raising white sails at a glance.
Tall and short, one with triangular eyes and the other with a golden fish head, two Daoists in yellow robes stood side by side outside the military camp, staring blankly at the northern ridge, their gaze empty, scattered, far-reaching, crossing over the mountains, through the clouds, landing on the other side of the mountain.
After a brief silence, the one with triangular eyes glanced at the short one beside him.
"Did he use it?"
The short one nodded his golden fish head,
"He used it."
"Really used it?"
"Really used it!"
"Damn, fierce as a tiger."
"Truly fierce as a tiger."
The two remained silent for a while. The golden fish head looked at the tall one beside him.
"Is it useful?"
The tall one blinked his triangular eyes,
"It's useful."
"Is it the True Scripture?"
