Ding Da asked in confusion, "Zhao Sixi, are you saying that the Sect Leader made a bet with someone—betting whether the number of deaths each day was odd or even? And the Sect Leader kept losing every day, until the day you went to pay your respects to Tianmen, when he finally won occasionally?"
Ding Er laughed and said, "I originally thought Tianmen's affairs were ridiculous, but I never imagined it could be *this* ridiculous! A dignified Sect Leader betting on the number of deaths—if word got out, wouldn't it bring shame upon all of us?"
Ding San added, "But why would the Sect Leader mention the outer disciples of Tianmen? Could it be that the death count he referred to was about the outer disciples of Tianmen? Why are these outer disciples of Tianmen dying in the first place?"
Zhao Sixi replied directly, "That's exactly what puzzles me. Could it be that Tianmen has been keeping close watch on us outer disciples all along?"
"Rubbish!"
