"Big brother, could you stop pacing? Sit down and have some tea. Your wife will be fine."
Beside the stone table in the courtyard, another middle-aged man shook his head helplessly as he spoke to Zhao Ru.
"Ah, you don't understand. This little one is different from the others!"
"How is this one different?"
Zhao Ru glanced at Zhao Li. After a moment's thought, he walked over and leaned close to whisper something in his ear.
"What?"
At Zhao Ru's words, Zhao Li's eyes widened with worry. "Big brother, you and your wife have been far too reckless."
"Reckless? This is our last chance."
"Hmph, I fear it will bring disaster down on all our heads."
"It won't. I studied the heavens at night. The final victory will surely be ours!"
Zhao Ru had calmed down by now. He picked up the teacup before him and took a sip, a smug smile on his face.
"Let's hope so."
"Big brother, the baby's here..."
Soon, a woman opened the door and called out happily to Zhao Ru.
Sixteen years later.
In the same courtyard, Zhao Su sat at the stone table in white robes, drinking tea as he leafed through an ancient book.
"Senior brother, Master wants you in the main hall!"
Just then, a little child who looked no older than five or six ran up to Zhao Su and spoke breathlessly.
"Little Treasure, how many times have I told you? You must remain composed, not be so rash. Otherwise, when will you ever reach my level?"
Zhao Su gestured for Little Treasure to sit down, then poured a cup of tea.
He looked every inch a lofty sage detached from worldly affairs.
"You're right to admonish me, senior brother. I've learned my lesson."
"Mm!" Zhao Su nodded in satisfaction