"Alas, you should not have come here; all is fated!" the gaunt, black-robed elder shook his head and sighed lightly.
"Ancestor, we did not wish to come here either; it was an accident, an accident. Please show us a clear path and let us out!" Ba Kui, the elder, cried out in lament, looking very pitiful, and it was not clear whether he was truly afraid or just pretending.
"Alas!" the elder sighed, without ever glancing at them from the beginning to the end.
"Ancestor, please show us a clear path!" Ba Kui, the elder, implored with a trembling voice.
"Once you have entered this place, there is no turning back. Move forward, and perhaps you will find an unexpected chance at life, a path to survival," the elder ceased his sighing and said slowly.
"Where ahead might we find a path to survival? Please enlighten us, Ancestor," Ba Kui, the elder, asked in a low, respectful voice.