Hongshi smiled and drank a cup of wine: "The world is vast, and there are myriad wonders."
"Hahaha, indeed, indeed," the Old Monk said, no longer minding these things, just drinking with him.
Once they had their fill of food and wine, the two didn't even ask each other's names before parting ways.
One returned to his work as Accountant Mister, while the other continued to wander the world as a Wandering Monk.
Only when the Monk had walked far away did he softly hum: "Since ancient times, the fate of emperors has been set; alas, the workings of heaven are unpredictable. The latent dragon ought to emerge from the deep, yet a golden phoenix blocks its path. Master, oh Master, you indeed foretold it."
After being an Accountant Mister for seven or eight years, Hongshi finally grew tired of it.
The West Lake scenery had been admired for seven or eight years and was finally enough.
So, one day, he left everything once again and departed the shores of West Lake.
