Tang Sect.
The Young Sect Master loosened up his muscles and drew a heavy bow, firing three arrows at once. All of them struck the bullseye.
Chief Steward Tang Fu clapped and cheered. "Good! The Young Sect Master is improving by the day! Hitting a willow leaf from a hundred paces—truly, hitting a willow leaf from a hundred paces!"
The Young Sect Master looked pleased with himself. "Uncle Fu, why did you only just get back? The family's been quite lively these past few days."
Tang Fu laughed heartily. "I heard. The Young Sect Master turned misfortune into fortune; the Old Sect Master prayed at the Ancestral Hall; the deputy steward recommended a physician; Divine Doctor Xue risked his life to save his master. What a splendid performance—one exits the stage, another enters! Wonderful! Wonderful!"
The Young Sect Master held out a hand. Someone took the heavy bow from him and handed him a towel, which he used to wipe his face and hands.
He walked over to Tang Fu. "I turned Xu Xuejiao. After this, the Vision Pharmaceutical Factory will still be ours."
"Mm. The Young Sect Master has worked wonders."
The Young Sect Master continued, "I've crossed hands with Lu Chengwen too. His own martial arts are mediocre. He seems to be only at the Ghost Four Gates, not even the Gateless Realm. But... the Jiang Family is backing him."
"Mm. The Young Sect Master's calculations run deep; nothing escapes your insight."
The Young Sect Master went on, "My father is just too naive. He thinks a peaceful transition can be achieved through humility, kindness, courtesy, frugality, and deference. In a transfer of power like this, when has there ever not been bloodshed and death? A family like the Jiang Family has eyes growing out of the tops