To be honest.
Although Lu Yuan was not yet a father.
He had no children.
Only a confidante.
But that did not prevent him from understanding the feelings of an old father, especially after seeing his own Little Cabbage being rooted up by someone else's Little Wild Boar. That kind of fury was almost impossible to put into words.
After all, many things in life could be compared by analogy.
Not having eaten pork did not mean one had never seen a pig run.
On the mild end.
It was like seeing one's own dog being lured away by someone else with two grilled sausages in hand, even wagging its tail at them.
That kind of frustration was truly beyond the ability of ordinary people to describe precisely.
On the more serious end.
It was like a disciple one had painstakingly cultivated betraying him, and not only that, stabbing him viciously in the back.
Yao Lao was a fitting example. He truly hated Han Feng to the core.
In other words.
The greater the love back then, the greater the hatred now.
Therefore, although a wild boar rooting up Little Cabbage was not serious enough to be elevated into some grand issue, nor was it as trivial as one's dog being lured away, and it certainly did not rise to the level of being betrayed by a disciple and becoming mortal enemies, it was practically inevitable that one would not have a pleasant expression.
Therefore, after putting himself in the other man's shoes.
Lu Yuan felt somewhat uneasy.
It was not that he could not defeat this Old Father-in-Law.
Much less that the Floating Tu Ancient Clan would go to war with him over it.
Or even kill him on the spot.
The reality was that if he wanted to