At dinnertime.
Zhou Liang sat at the table, unable to taste his food, an unshakable heaviness gathered between his brows.
The disciples' circumstances were growing harder by the day, like a stone weighing upon him.
This could not continue forever. He had to find a way out for them—for this family.
Madam Li gently set down her bowl and chopsticks and said warmly, "Eat."
Zhou Liang was silent for a long while before finally raising his head. "That matter you mentioned about Yu last time."
He paused. "Back then... I hadn't thought it through."
Madam Li froze, then a complicated look flickered in her eyes. "You agreed? But you always—"
Zhou Yu was eating when she heard this, and a trace of confusion appeared in her eyes. "Mother, what is it?"
She keenly sensed the atmosphere between her parents.
Madam Li drew a deep breath and slowly said, "Your maternal uncle is in the Haisha Sect. He sent a letter some days ago, saying that he now has connections he can use to pull some strings and wants you to go there."
Maternal uncle!?
Zhou Yu did remember her mother often mentioning this uncle.
When she was little, he had once come to Gaolin County and treated her very well, always bringing sweet pastries.
But as she grew older, they had been in touch less and less.
Zhou Liang knew what his wife wanted to say.
His relationship with his brother-in-law, who served as a steward in the Haisha Sect, had long been cold and rigid for years due to disagreements in principles and old grievances.
But now, for his daughter's future—and even more so, to keep her safe in storm-tossed Gaolin County—he had no choice but to cast aside that meaningless stubbornness and pride.
"Times have changed. High Forest