The next day, in the rear courtyard of Greenwood Martial Hall.
Li Qingliang tore the red invitation in his hand to pieces and flung it to the ground.
"You unfilial disciple, you unfilial disciple! Get out!"
He pointed at Bai Yu, his finger trembling slightly, his old face flushed crimson with uncontrollable rage.
Bai Yu's expression darkened as he frowned slightly. "Master, have you thought this through? Are you really refusing to give your disciple any face?"
"Give you face?"
As though he had heard the greatest joke in the world, Li Qingliang rebuked him, "I have no disciple as disobedient as you!
You still have the nerve to come invite me to your wedding? Did you ever take a single word I said to heart? Do you know..."
"Enough!" Bai Yu roared, cutting Li Qingliang off. "I respected you as the master who taught me, and only came to invite you out of regard for our bond.
I thought you would understand, but I never expected you to be so stubbornly bound by old ways.
What is wrong with joining the Song Household? The Song Household can grant me wealth and glory, can make me a High Person."
"You! You...!" Li Qingliang trembled all over, too furious to utter another word.
"Master, it is not that I look down on you, but what is the point of guarding this shabby martial hall?
If I were you, I would have become rich enough to rival a region decades ago. You are old, and your outdated ideas have long since fallen behind!"
Crack.
Li Qingliang struck the stone table before him with one palm, shattering it at once. He rose to his feet, trembling from head to toe as he shouted furiously:
"Get out of my martial hall immediately. I have