Meng Chuan understood the people of the Three Thousand Dao Provinces.
Someone in the Eight Domains of the Lower Realm must have tipped them off, prompting them to act early.
They wanted to seize Shi Hao and the Enchanted Cottage.
After all, the boy and the cottage were far too tempting.
But understanding them was one thing. Meng Chuan still couldn't accept it.
Nonsense. Could anyone accept people setting their sights on his child and his property?
"Uncle Meng, you've got to avenge me," Shi Hao said, still smarting over it.
Those people had actually come after him. He had to get even!
Shi Hao never stood on ceremony with Meng Chuan. He generally said whatever was on his mind, without a "please" or a "thank you."
Meng Chuan treated Shi Hao the same way.
If they ever started being polite to each other, it would mean their bond had broken.
Or Shi Hao was about to say something so awkward he could barely get it out.
"If you don't avenge me, I'll team up with Willow God and bully you when I'm older!" Shi Hao even issued a "threat."
At fourteen, Shi Hao no longer talked about caring for Meng Chuan in his old age and seeing him off at the end.
Meng Chuan was relieved about that too. His boy had grown sensible.
Before, Shi Hao had simply been young, reckless, and naive.
Shi Hao had once believed that people grew old and died, that everyone's lifespan eventually ran out, and that anyone who lived forever could hardly be human.
So it was perfectly reasonable for me to promise to care for Uncle Meng in his old age and see him off at the end.
Not just reasonable, either. It was filial. Hugely filial.
But as Shi Hao