"Since everything is already prepared, the three of us will guide you there."

The old Dao's face showed no expression, but rather a heavy sense of compassion.

"The women of the Falling Flower Cave were originally married to the gods."

"Now, to have three Daoist masters guiding them, it is their good fortune."

The village chief beside them repeatedly bowed, with an obsequious expression.

The old Dao sighed deeply and nodded with a touch of regret.

"Guiding the women of Falling Flower Cave emphasizes the word 'fate'."

"My disciple, come and see who has the deepest connection with you."

I rarely receive such preferential treatment based on seniority, and I didn't expect it to happen in this situation.

If it were before, I would probably modestly decline, but now that I have finally found someone interesting, I naturally can't miss this opportunity.

I walked towards the woman who stood at the end, ignoring her resentful gaze, imitating the old Dao's manner, and said with a solemn tone, "Birds of a feather flock together, and like-minded people respond to each other. It is the natural order of heaven."

As the two of us entered the house, the tenderness on the woman's face immediately disappeared.

In its place, she held a dagger against my neck with a guarded expression.

At the same time, the voice of the old Dao came from outside the door.

"The women of Falling Flower Cave, full of sorrow and helplessness, fragile and unable to take care of themselves."

"My disciple, you must ease the burden in your heart in order to complete the guidance."

I lowered my head and looked at the cold gleam of the dagger.

Then, I heard her mutter a curse under her breath:

"You damned son of a bitch!"