Chen Nan saw he wasn't pretending on purpose.
In the next moment, the old Taoist in front of him stammered, "Countless years ago, when I was just a young Taoist, I was so hungry that I stole something to trade for food, only to be schemed against, and for several lifetimes, I was a Taoist. Each lifetime was cursed with five disadvantages and three deficiencies, trapped in the cycle of reincarnation, always destined to be a poor Taoist... every life was incredibly miserable!"
"Most Taoists live a modest life. That doesn't sound too tragic," Chen Nan said.
"That's not quite right. People vary in status, and so do Taoists. But in each of my lifetimes, I was only a small Taoist, living in a thatched hut, every life bitter and impoverished. Most people cultivating the Dao live much better lives than I do. If it were truly just my fate, it wouldn't matter much. But that old enemy of mine schemed against me. I can't escape from it, and every life I'm stuck that way."
