"That’s enough. Hurry up and let him in, or we’ll be the ones getting beaten up next." Another old woman in orange robes spoke, pointing angrily at her companions. "It’s all your fault for stirring up trouble for no reason."
The old man in the purple robe nodded in agreement. "To be dead and still so restless... it’s all your fault for stirring up trouble."
The other Ancient Saints looked at one another, hanging their heads like wilted eggplants, unable to even look up.
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