Xiao Jie feigned surprise and said, "What's going on with all of you?"
"What else could it be? The Taoists won't accept us as disciples, damn it! I already have a Spiritual rating of 50, why won't they accept me? If I can't find a master, this character is going to be wasted."
"Brother, could you sell me a few steamed buns?"
"Great, here come two more competitors."
"I've been kneeling for a whole week now, and they still fucking won't accept me. Isn't this sincere enough?"
Xiao Jie was speechless inside. Relying on kneeling to request discipleship? That tactic must be long outdated.
However, he couldn't help feeling tangled up inside. It seemed his chance of joining Xuanxu Palace was slim.
Xiao Jie sold a few steamed buns to the hungry guy, then proceeded to knock on the door, while those kneeling players all waited gleefully for him to make a fool of himself.
Bang bang bang! With the knocker sounding, the doors slowly opened.
Two Daoist Children appeared at the doorway.