"Little Xiang, you were forthright. From now on, we are family. Then, as your uncle, may I ask one more favor of you? Would you agree?
This matter was not part of the conditions just discussed. It is merely a request from me as A'ke's uncle."
Fifth Zhongqi's sudden words displeased Xiang Yang, who had thought everything was settled, and his mood shifted.
His eyelids drooped, his brow furrowed, and even the teacup swaying in his hand came to a halt. Clearly, anger was rising within him.
I thought he was a wise man. Was I mistaken? Is he actually a greedy, insatiable sort? And he even wants to invoke Ning Ke's uncle? Does he take me for some easy mark?
Seeing the change in Xiang Yang's expression and the hidden edge in his eyes, while the atmosphere in the room also turned strange, Fifth Zhongqi knew that he was angered. Setting down his fragrant tea, he hurriedly tried to smooth things over.
"It is like this. I have three sons. My second and third sons are both rather unpromising, with limited potential in the martial path.
"Only my eldest son has passable talent and good comprehension. Unfortunately, he lacks the guidance of a famous master, and his foundations have not been tempered deeply enough.
"I do not ask Little Xiang to take my eldest son as a disciple. I only ask that you give him a few days of guidance so that he may improve somewhat. I would not dare hope for anything more."
The Fifth Family wielded immense influence and had extensive connections. It was itself a Dao Proving family lineage. It certainly did not lack famous masters—only masters at the Dao Proving Level.
By acting this way, Fifth Zhongqi wanted to make further arrangements for his eldest