Hearing Lin Weiyuan call out, Yang Jing stopped and turned toward him. "Uncle, what is it?"
Lin Weiyuan sighed softly and said slowly, "Ziheng has only ordinary talent for the martial path, and he's rather impulsive. He always likes joining in the excitement. I'm afraid his youthful hotheadedness might get him into trouble in the Profound Truth Sect someday, or that he might run into difficulties with no one to help him.
"So I was hoping you could look after him a little in the sect, Young Master Yang."
Yang Jing smiled gently and waved a hand. "Rest assured, Uncle. Junior Brother Ziheng is a cheerful, straightforward fellow, and we get along well. We're fellow disciples, after all. It's only right that we look out for one another.
"If he ever needs my help, I'll naturally lend a hand."
At those words, the great stone weighing on Lin Weiyuan's heart finally dropped away. A relieved smile appeared on his face, and he cupped his hands toward Yang Jing. "Then thank you, Young Master Yang. Hearing you say that puts my mind much more at ease. Ziheng is fortunate to have a senior brother like you watching over him."
As they spoke, the two had reached the vermilion gates of the Lin Residence. The guards still stood at attention, and the warm lantern light cast a mellow sheen over the bluestone paving outside.
Lin Weiyuan glanced around, lowered his voice, and leaned closer to Yang Jing. "Oh, and as a token of thanks, our family's trading firm will send five Marrow Tempering Pills to Duck Mountain Island of the Profound Truth Sect every month, all under your name. I hope you'll accept them, Young Master Yang. Please don't refuse."
Yang Jing froze for a moment. Marrow Tempering Pills were precious medicines