At the break of dawn, on the outskirts of Nanluo City, two old fellows trudged along the country path, covered in dust from their journey.
As the light gradually became brighter, the figures of these two old men finally became clear—it was none other than Yuan Tiangang and Wu Daozi.
"Hey, are you sure your calculations are right?" Wu Daozi, clearly exhausted, asked while sitting on a stone.
"Nonsense, have I ever miscalculated anything in my life?" Yuan Tiangang glared.
"Would it kill you to stop bragging?" Wu Daozi retorted, glaring back. "You should say, have you ever calculated anything correctly?"
Yuan Tiangang looked awkward and chuckled, "It's not like that, I'm usually just having fun with life, so I don't really focus on my calculations. But this kid's matter, I've definitely put my all into it, there's absolutely no problem!"
