"Disciple Zhou Qiping pays his respects to the Supreme Daoist of the lineage!" The black-robed man loudly announced his name, but it failed to win even a second glance from the Supreme Daoist of the Sky Ghost Dao. Zhou Qiping was immediately disappointed, but he soon found someone to vent his emotions on. He seized Zhou Feng and launched into a furious tirade: "You little bastard, Zhou Feng! You're exactly like your Zhou Shan! You've forgotten your ancestors and betrayed your lineage! And now you, a toad, dream of eating swan meat! You actually stole the treasures contributed by your ancestors and fellow disciples and tried to curry favor with our esteemed Supreme Daoist by presenting someone else's gift as your own! It's simply—simply infuriating!"
"Master Zhou! What are you talking about? Grandfather and I have always respected you immensely, treating you like our own ancestor. How can you say such things about us now? As for the offering, how could we have meant to present someone else's gift as our own? What Grandfather said and did was indeed behind your back, but he was acting out of selfish motives. He did it all for my sake!" Zhou Feng immediately retorted, looking terribly aggrieved. Then he added, "Grandfather is dead now. The dead deserve the greatest respect. You can curse me, Master Zhou, but please accumulate some virtue and stop cursing Grandfather."
Zhou Feng wore a righteous, awe-inspiring expression, but I was seething inside. When that Supreme Daoist appeared just now, this brat had looked happier than if he had seen his own wife. Why hadn't he thought of Zhou Shan then? Now he was crying as if he were made of tears, as though he had shared some profound bond with Zhou Shan.
I looked at Grandma. She shook