Facing Pei Yan's question, Wang Wenze dipped a dumpling from the lunchbox into vinegar, speaking without lifting his head: "Someone from the Daoist Plane."
"Ah! Weren't they all supposed to be sent back?" Pei Yan took small sips of chicken soup and asked in bewilderment upon hearing the words.
Wang Wenze got up, went out, and returned a moment later with a small bottle of mustard oil. As he dripped oil into a dipping dish, he said, "Not everyone who crosses over gets sent back! This is exactly what I was telling you about the complexity of our mission."
Saying that, he touched the sauce with his chopsticks, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and indicated the man on the screen with his chopsticks: "Take him for example, he's been here for about twenty years. It's almost a rite of passage for newcomers to start by monitoring him."
"Why let them stay? Isn't that dangerous to our world?" Pei Yan slurped the cooling soup loudly before continuing his questions.
