In a room.
Old Zheng slowly sat down. The Three Brothers bowed respectfully to him. "Greetings, Martial Uncle."
"Rise. Has your master returned?"
"Yes."
Fulin said, "Master repeatedly sent his regards and asked us to convey how much he missed you, Martial Uncle. He also specifically instructed us to follow your arrangements in all matters during this trip."
Old Zheng sighed. "I really don't want to stay in this damn place."
He straightened his long gown. "Back home, they throw their weight around, lording it over everyone as Elders and enjoying the respect of the martial world. Heh. But here I have to keep rich people happy, tread carefully, and show weakness at every turn."
"Martial Uncle has borne the Elder Council's heavy responsibilities for many years. You have truly worked hard. We deeply admire you."
"Enough!"
Old Zheng said, "You three must crush Lu Chengwen's arrogant attitude for me! Understand?"
"Yes!"
"However, he is currently handling the matter of securing funds for us, and it seems he is facing considerable resistance. In this matter, not only must you not hold them back, you must also find a way to help them."
"Yes."
"But when it comes to protecting the Eldest Daughter, you must show that you are stronger than them, more steady in your work, more reliable, and more worthy of trust! Do you understand?"
"Understood."
Old Zheng sighed. "After all these years of effort, the Huo Group's trust in us did not come easily. We absolutely cannot disgrace the Elder Council. We must always make the Huo Group feel that the Elder Council is dependable—the only, the highest, trustworthy force of ancient martial arts. Understand?"
"We will respectfully follow Martial Uncle's teachings and never dare forget them."
"Mm. Good."
Old Zheng said, "Later, I'll send people to pose