"Trends?"
"Heaven's might?"
"Ha!"
Before the middle-aged Confucian scholar could speak, a light laughter was heard from outside the door.
The storyteller looked towards the source of the sound and saw a Taoist man in green robe, an old monk with white eyebrows, and a ragged old beggar carrying nine hemp sacks. The three men walked side by side into the brothel, approaching the storytelling stage.
The green-robed Taoist held a banner inscribed with Iron Mouth Divine Judgment and said with a light chuckle, "It's too early to say who holds the great momentum!"
The white-eyebrowed old monk nodded and said, "Heaven has eyes, the cycle of karma is inevitable, and retribution will come!"
