The old Taoist riding a donkey gently patted the donkey beneath him, heading towards the heavens. As he rode, he arrived beside the Heavenly God's Fire.
"Wretched and disastrous, you Sweeping Star, nothing good ever comes from your appearance in this world."
The old Taoist mocked the God of Suffering.
"Incense Fire Taoist, you often boast about your profound knowledge, so tell me—what makes a god truly a god?"
"Even an old Taoist like me can't figure out that question. You think I can provide the answer?"
The old Taoist waved his horsetail whisk and said, "It's simply that you're a Sweeping Star who stumbled upon dumb luck, having that youngster guard Mingjiang. If Mingjiang were to fall... you Sweeping Star would be utterly finished."
"I have a feeling that the disaster in Mingjiang Prefecture hasn't fully passed yet."
