Qi returns to qi.
The real matters must still be addressed, neglect cannot prevail.
The fish hadn't bitten the hook, it hadn't even entered the prepared nest, but it certainly jumped in front of Lotson.
Now, what Lotson needed to do, was to fish.
Fishing wasn't about starting with a fight; the necessary social niceties still had to be observed.
With a slight smile, Lotson waved at Great Sage Mitchell, who quickly grasped what had happened and his current predicament, and politely greeted him, "Hello, Mitchell."
"Hello, Saint."
Unperturbed by the disorder, Great Sage Mitchell returned the greeting and then spoke, "I thought it would be a long time before we met again, Saint. I didn't expect it to happen so soon."
"Yes, I'm also quite surprised."
Lotson echoed in agreement.
"What surprises the Saint?"
