Wang Shouxin sighed, "Every time we come here, we cannot help but marvel. While our elders are busy outside, the wealthiest is the Envoy Jin."
The three of them feigned composure, sitting quietly in wait, engaging in idle conversation. After half an hour, impatience set in. Zhang Kaixuan asked, "When will your master return? Did he go to deliver someone to the altar?"
The Steward replied, "I do not know, but the master has been gone for several days. If he was leading someone across, he should be back these two days."
The three exchanged glances. Wang Shouxin remained calm, with a hint of strategic thinking, and said, "No problem, we three brothers, with nothing to do in our free time, can just wait here."
They waited the entire day until nightfall forced them to retire. The night was extraordinarily long, none of the three could sleep, and they tossed and turned all night. Suddenly, they saw mist shrouding Wanglong Mountain, and flames rising as another elder started the tripod.
