"Uncle, rest assured. Since you lent me this document, I'll borrow your son Liu Zhao's great name from it and return you a glorious latter half of life. Consider it compensation for all your years of wandering and the miserable plight you've ended up in." I smiled.
"Child, what do you mean? Why can't this old man understand? You mean to borrow my son's name and live a glorious life? That's impossible. Back in my hometown, the Liu family has only ten mu of land and thirty people. Even if everyone surnamed Liu died until only this old man remained, reclaiming all ten mu still wouldn't make it glorious..." The old man sighed bitterly, naturally refusing to believe my guarantee.
I smiled and said, "Uncle, to be honest, everything I said before was fabricated. Since you've been so frank with me, I won't hide it from you either. I'm actually a disciple from beneath Mount Danlu in my homeland, and I came down the mountain under my late master's last command to save the world and help its people. Once the realm is pacified and peace returns, how could the Liu clan have only ten mu of land?"
"What? You're the disciple of an immortal?" the old man exclaimed in astonishment.
"You could put it that way. But Uncle, since I'm now taking on Liu Zhao's identity, you're my father. You must treat me like your own son and protect my identity. You absolutely must not let the secret slip." I smiled.
"All right, but..." The old man still found it somewhat unbelievable. I smiled and said, "Father, you're already alone in this world. What do you have left to lose by fighting for something? The realm is suffering calamity, and this is precisely the time to save the world