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Above the pit, the crowd stood as protectors for Zhou Xuan. The painter and the musician were shoulder-to-shoulder, chatting.
"Music Master, didn't you say you weren't optimistic about the Young Master's future?"
"Yes."
"Still not optimistic now?"
"No." The musician spoke gloomily, "It's the same as I've always said. For two thousand years, no Nuo God from the Zhou Family has ever passed through nine Tangkou. Although the Young Master appears to be quite exceptional, he's not likely to break this fate."
"But it seems you have a great impression of the Young Master?" The painter chuckled bitterly; he had thought the musician's attitude had changed.
After all, he remained the most arrogant figure in the Bone Elder Association's Divine Office.
The musician, with hands behind his back, gazed at the Heavenly God's Fire in the sky and said, "I do admire him. Just for that song he sang, I deeply admire him. Both of us share a particular trait, you know."
"What's that trait?"
