The old nun had just entered the gate when she saw an old monk greeting her with a chuckle, "Unfeeling Sect Leader, I heard you've been secluding yourself for cultivation these past years. It seems your cultivation level has indeed significantly improved."
Abbot Kongji grinned, "You flatter me, I'm still far behind you, venerable nun," humbly replied the old nun.
Abbot Kongji shook his head with a smile, "Unfeeling Sect Leader is too modest. In terms of external skills, you surpass me by far. Moreover, with your inner strength now refined, I fear that I'm no longer a match for you."
"Abbot Kongji, you are mistaken. It's well-known that your One-Finger Zen Meditation has reached divine perfection. I'm afraid I wouldn't last more than a few moves against you," the Heartless Old Nun replied politely.
The two of them exchanged compliments back and forth, modestly deferring to each other, before finally steering away from the tedious topic.