At dusk, it was still that same Siheyuan, that same room.
Bang! The wooden door was shoved open, and the middle-aged person jogged into the room while shouting, "Father, Father, new information has come from the Ouyang Family."
"Alas!" The old man looked utterly helpless. He set down his brush and sighed before saying, "As a family steward, how can you be so flustered whenever something happens? Don't you know that one should remain calm in the face of trouble and respond to all changes with constancy?"
"Ah! Father, oh, Clan Leader, I..." The middle-aged man was briefly at a loss for words. The moment he received the news, he had become anxious to report it to his father, which was why he had rushed in.
What he had not expected was to be mocked by his own father the moment he pushed open the door.
"Hehe, Father, well, I was a little anxious. I'll change in the future, I definitely will!" The middle-aged man immediately admitted his mistake. He had been through this sort of thing many times; his old father merely wanted him to become more mature and steady.
"Forget it, forget it. Getting you to handle matters more steadily may be difficult for you to remember. Take it slowly in the future. Perhaps after experiencing more things, you'll change." There was no helping it. What could he do with his own son? Throw him out?
The old man had now cultivated to the advanced stage of Houtian Layer Ten, but his progress had been slow. Cultivation consumed time and energy, so he had taken up calligraphy to cultivate his mind and temperament, hoping to restore his Essence, Qi, and Spirit. Perhaps then he might break through his current level.
Of course, having cultivated to this point, who