'Hmm... I should prepare some extra poisons before I go.'
'Three days was too short. This time, it should be seven days... No, a month.'
"You might be right." Seemingly convinced, the white-haired old man went back to adding firewood to the stove.
After a moment, he turned around, smiling. "Oren took another student, you know. A girl this time."
"Leading another young person astray," the black-robed man said contemptuously.
He'd never respected Oren. Just some useless fortune teller, hah!
Just as the two were about to finally ladle out the soup, a small figure zipped into the bamboo house. The newcomer was short, less than 1.3 meters tall, wearing purple shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, with a buzz cut, a thick gold chain around his neck, and a solid gold Rolex on his wrist.
"You always have the best nose. The second the pot's ready, you show up," the black-robed man said, handing the short old man a chipped porcelain bowl, about to serve him some soup.
