The two Divine Senses swept over, arriving at a Flower Street, where a group of elderly, faded women were tearfully boarding several carriages under the supervision of a Daoist official.
Hou Niao and Tan Xiao didn't speak. Though in principle this was a good deed, putting it into practice always felt awkward, and they couldn't quite identify where things had gone wrong.
It was awkward, but it wasn't their place to intervene; this wasn't an issue of right or wrong, just different considerations from different positions.
They exchanged a glance without delving into the matter further, for things that are hard to articulate, especially for such carefree individuals as themselves, who inherently have a biased stance.
