"Stay in the Commandery Seat? For how long?"
Xu Mingwei frowned slightly at those words, his pupils contracting.
His black pupils shrank as though pinched by invisible fingers, their outlines suddenly turning sharp.
"The path of the Martial Way is arduous. Naturally, the longer the better," the head of the Yang Household said mildly. "Rest assured, nephew. Our Yang Household will have a Grandmaster teach them and provide the finest medicinal cuisine. We certainly won't mistreat them merely because they are relatives by marriage."
"When they reach the threshold of Xiantian, we will also provide the appropriate Qi-Inducing Pills."
Qi-Inducing Pills?
Do you really think our Xu Household covets those?
Xu Mingwei silently scoffed. In another couple of years, once Father works out the pill formula, we'll have as many as we want. Why would we need to watch someone else's face for permission like you do?
"Patriarch Yang, that won't be necessary. Our Xu Household certainly won't shortchange our own children when it comes to martial training."
"Then you refuse?!" Patriarch Yang's voice abruptly chilled. Even the surrounding air seemed to congeal, making it almost impossible to breathe.
Seeing this, Yang Zhao immediately stepped forward to play peacemaker. Smiling, he said, "Patriarch, my son-in-law has only two sons. Making both of them stay in the Commandery Seat, unable to see their parents, is rather heartless."
"After all, he is also the head of the Xu Household."
The head of the Yang Household turned toward Yang Zhao. "Cousin, you have a point. What would you suggest, then?"
"My intentions are good. They wanted an Inherited Martial Art, and didn't I agree readily enough? Offering to train their children is also for the Xu Household's sake.
"Surely the Xu Household cannot surpass our Yang Household in martial training?"
"Naturally, they cannot."