"My good brother, after how the rest of our family has treated us, is there really any need to think it over?"
Master Ying sighed, stood up, and patted Master Shi Si's shoulder, saying, "Alas, in their eyes, we are merely pawns. If they don't chase us out now, would they even consider sharing power with us?"
"Brother Ying, is this information accurate?"
Master Shi Si abandoned his previously naive demeanor, a glint of sharpness appearing in his squinted eyes as he said, "The Old Master should not pass away so soon. Priest Qi once predicted that the Old Master had at least sixteen more years of life!"
"Heh, you believe what that old Daoist says? He's mad two days a week, drunk for three, asleep for one, and even on the day he's awake, he reeks of alcohol. Shi Si, discard those fantasies of yours! Now it's just the two of us left outside! We've been abandoned! What we need to do now is to quickly take care of Song Yun, and then return home to seize power!"
