Be My Son! (4,000 Words; Please Vote)

Four Seas Martial Arts Hall, study.

Something about Li Xiuwen's tone struck Huang Sihai as odd. He could not help laughing as he cursed, "Brat, what do you mean, 'only fifty percent'? I've only got an Average Physique! Normally, my chances would be ten percent. Getting them up to fifty is all thanks to my solid foundation and deep reserves! Another person with an Average Physique would be doing well to reach twenty percent. An old man in his sixties like Master Ye? I reckon he's got ten percent at most."

Li Xiuwen said earnestly:

"Fifty percent really is dangerous, Master. Don't forget, your Qi and Blood are past their peak and already declining. Your actual chances might not even be fifty percent. At the very least, you need a Gate-Worship Great Medicine."

Old Huang laughed despite himself.

"So you damn well know it's dangerous? When you went through Worshiping the Second Gate, then Flood Dragon Muscle and Tiger Elephant, were your chances fifty percent?"

"That's different," Li Xiuwen said. "I'm young. My actual chances are higher, and even if I fail, I can start over. You, Master, only have one chance left. Fifty percent is too low. If you ask me, you shouldn't attempt Gate Initiation unless your chances are at least eighty percent."

Old Huang's thoughts: ...

Damn it. Li Xiuwen's turned around and started lecturing me.

The roles have reversed.

I used to be the one lecturing him like this.

But Li Xiuwen had a point.

Huang Sihai had only one chance left to attempt Gate Initiation.

Huang Sihai sighed.

"We'll wait. One Gate-Worship Great Medicine will do. The Three Heroes are already looking for one, but an ordinary one only adds ten or twenty percent, so they're trying to get me a supreme one."

Li Xiuwen