Ji City.
Two Taoists clad in ragged cotton Taoist robes, wearing black veiled hats, were darting through the forest, their direction clearly heading south.
The veiled hats on their heads fluttered slightly in the wind as they ran. The hats had wide brims with a dense fringe reaching down to the necks, serving to conceal their faces.
The short and stout Taoist suddenly called out to the tall and thin Taoist in front, "Wait a minute, we've been running for over an hour. Let's take a break, let me catch my breath."
Without waiting for a response from the tall and thin Taoist, he walked to a large, densely shaded tree and sat down.
The roots protruded from the ground and he sat right on one of them.
He lifted the black net of the veiled hat, took a few heavy breaths, and then took a plastic bottle from his waist, which was filled with water.
The combination was a bit incongruous with his attire.
