(Back in the dorm room writing after a long time. Just made some cheesy beef rice—happy.)
"S-So that's how it is...!" Wuyou's eyes widened, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Still, you weren't without fault either. I told you to practice martial arts properly, yet you went off to help at construction sites and took on all sorts of odd jobs... I never taught you fortune-telling or feng shui..."
The old grandmaster looked at Wuyou with some helplessness.
"Hehe, I just wanted to earn some wages to help support the family..." Uncle Wuyou scratched his head.
"If you had no money, you could have asked your master directly. The Lian family isn't short on money..." The old grandmaster shook his head.
"Master—I think I have to rely on myself. Even if it's just to keep this bowl of rice, I can't let Master look down on me." Wuyou pursed his lips and spoke softly.
The old grandmaster sighed, though a faint smile appeared on his face.
"I've seen all your efforts over the past decade or so. I'm old now. Your senior brothers and sisters left long ago to make their own way, and you should have left as well... Unfortunately, this calamity was fated."
"Master, what do we do now? Those people have eyes and ears everywhere in Gouwu City. Even if we can escape for now, we can't hide forever..."
Wuyou sounded anxious.
The old grandmaster glanced at him and slowly said,
"You are the sect leader now, the head of the household. What you hold is the Lian family's Yin-Yang Fan... My disciple, remember this: as the head of the household, no matter what happens, you must not panic."
"If you panic, the entire Lian family will fall into chaos."
"This disciple will remember." Wuyou nodded.
Bai Ye