Uncle Yu did not even greet Master before stepping forward to inspect the three things Master had prepared.
Ten black chickens, five jin of raw beef tallow, and one jin of earthworms.
Then Uncle Yu spoke up:
"The tallow is from yellow cattle, right? Don't fucking get it wrong!"
The moment Master heard that, he immediately started butting heads with Uncle Yu:
"Yu Long, are you fucking talking with a barb in every word?
Would I ever screw something up?"
Uncle Yu did not back down either and shot back:
"Have you made few mistakes?"
Seeing that things were getting a little heated, I knew that if I did not stop them, Master and Uncle Yu would start cursing each other out for another two hours.
I hurriedly cut in:
"Uncle Yu, Uncle Yu, haven't you seen my sword yet?
Let's go upstairs. I'll show it to you.
And Master, aren't we going out tonight to plant the Tong Ghost Hand?
Have we decided on a location?"
Interrupted by me, the two finally stopped bickering.
Uncle Yu nodded.
"Fine. I'll take a look at the sword first. It'll make things easier later."
Master shot Uncle Yu a glare, then answered me:
"The place has been chosen. The riverside dock.
It's cold now, so there are fewer people, and the yin energy is heavy enough.
We won't have to worry about being disturbed."
"Alright, Uncle Yu and I will go upstairs to get the sword, then we'll come back down."
With that, I gestured for Uncle Yu to follow me upstairs.
I was afraid of leaving the two of them alone together, like the point of a needle against a wheat awn.
Cursing each other out was one thing, but if either of them lost their temper and started fighting...
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