A month ago.
The narrow oil table was crowded with men, four chipped sea bowls clinked together, raising a high froth of wine.
"Alas!"
One of the men with a square face wiped the corner of his mouth and sighed deeply, then continued the conversation from before, asking, "Feitongzai, since the official henchmen burned down your ancestral house and you have nowhere to go, what are you planning to do next?"
"I don't know."
Called Feitongzai, he was a man with hollow cheeks and droopy eyes. With a stern face, he silently gulped down his wine.
After thinking for a while, he said, "Brother Youfu, didn't you say last time that over in Guangxi there's a Five Dragon Sect that's under the banner of Tianbao Dragon Head, dedicated to helping the poor, and they are now widely accepting believers? You joined too. Do you think I would fit in?"
"Have you thought it through?" The fat fool known as Youfu stared at him, "You haven't had many days of peace."
