Four years have passed, the stinky cat says, and the time has come for the sect to recruit new disciples. The old man is still not there, and he complains about the lack of progress. He says he feels sorry for his father and mother, but he still hopes that he will be able to make a difference in the world. He asks the old man to help him find the twelfth-generation ancestor of the sect. He has heard that the master has called for someone to help with the new disciples, so he came to help instead. He wonders why he is the only one to help the sect when all the other disciples have been fooled by the brats. He decides to take a look at the situation instead.