Saint Lord Taichu helplessly redirected his emotions elsewhere. After all, old people like this often had all sorts of emotional issues. They could come up with inconsequential opinions at the drop of a hat. Saint Lord Taichu said to the Old Man, "In the time ahead, if it makes you happy, giving you some money is no problem. A few taels or a few dozen taels of gold are mere trifles to us."
Hearing this, the Old Man thought to himself that such a small amount of money could never repay the debts his son owed. His son owed nearly twenty thousand taels of gold. Even for Saint Lord Taichu, that was no small sum—he might have to take in many disciples and open many Martial Arts Halls to earn it back.
And what was most important? His father had spoiled that child far too much. He acted one way in public and another behind people's backs. More importantly, this sort of situation with his father happened constantly. His son had been like this too. At first, he seemed exceptionally honest and sincere, but the longer it went on, the more he realized that some people's rotten nature was deeply ingrained and could never be changed.
Sometimes, it really left people conflicted, not even knowing what to do. Of course, his son also understood the price of owing others money. First came the endless threats, the constant knives held to his throat. And this old father spent every day in fear as well. How could anyone live like that? Yet by the time they wanted to regret it or change things, everything was already too late.
Saint Lord Taichu slowly adjusted his state of mind and said to the Old Man, "Enough. Say no more. What matters now is that