The White Crane Boy immediately wrote a letter and threw it into the sky, where it flew off instantly. Muttering to himself, he said, "Master, you really must take action this time. This isn't about looting or robbery; it's just making a fortune by chance. Ah, it's been so long since we've encountered such a fool...."
Far away, on top of a mountain peak, two Daoists were sitting and drinking wine, bragging to each other.
"Shanye, it's been years since we last met. I never thought that upon revisiting this old place, our party of three would be missing one. Alas...." Immortal Master Liu, dressed in a Daoist robe, heaved a deep sigh.
Seated opposite Immortal Master Liu was an old man who stroked his beard and sighed, "Indeed... Back in the day, when Yunkong was still with us, we three were known as the trio of rogue immortals. Now, only you and I remain, alas...."