"Young Master! Stop right there!" The old man spoke in a stern tone as he blocked the tall, burly young man's path.
"Great Elder, do you have any respect for me as the Young Master?" The burly young man snapped irritably. "What's wrong with me going over to ask how much longer it'll take? Are those three gods or buddhas? Do you need to be so wary of them and so humble before them? Besides, everyone can't wait to go home. As the Young Master, can't I go over and say a few words?"
The young man spoke with righteous indignation, prompting the other young people nearby to loudly chime in.
"That's right! Don't say we're bullying an old man, Great Elder. You're really making our people lose face. Who are those three? Do we need to humble ourselves this much?"
"We've been following them every step of the way. They decide when we leave, and they decide when we stop. Have we complained even once over these past dozens of days?"
"Exactly! We've been reduced to this level of humility. Even if they're helping us, there's no need to go this far, right?"
"Besides, the Young Master only wanted to go over and speak to them. We're almost at the destination, so he just wanted to express his thanks. Great Elder, you're siding with outsiders like this. If the Clan Leader were still alive..."
"Shut up!" The Young Master suddenly bellowed, sternly rebuking the speaker. "You are not allowed to mention my father's death again!"
A stretch of silence followed. No one dared to say another word.
The Great Elder looked at the chaotic scene before him and shook his head helplessly. "Young Master, you are still too impulsive. How will you lead our entire clan with such a