The Capital.
White Garment sat awkwardly in the Guan Family Study.
Guan Lei stood just as awkwardly, holding a tablet.
The tablet was playing footage of Shu Dong and Old Ninth.
Old Man Guan pushed aside the untouched lunch box on the desk in disgust.
"What an appetite killer. Xiao Baiyi, this is the man you think so highly of?"
"Ahem, he... is a little mentally ill."
For the first time in years, White Garment wanted to find a crack in the floor and crawl into it.
Old Ninth's behavior had already gone beyond the bounds of humanity.
Calling him a sicko would have been a compliment.
On camera, he had whittled Shu Dong's fingers into toothpicks.
He had even picked his teeth with them. Never mind Shu Dong-anyone's psychological defenses would have crumbled.
"He's usually... quite normal."
White Garment really had no idea how to defend Old Ninth.
"Actually, the one I mainly think highly of is Little White Tiger. He... he's quite normal."
"Is he really, Uncle Bai?"
Guan Lei expressed his doubts.
With Old Ninth like this, how much better could Little White Tiger be?
"He is a little ill, but it usually doesn't flare up. He might seem like a bit of a sicko, but this kid has a true dragon body, and something terrifying is hidden inside him. The key is his attitude toward the alien races. With proper guidance, he could be of great use in the future."
White Garment bit the bullet and made excuses for Old Ninth.
"Heh, sometimes being a little cruel to your enemies can intimidate them."
Having weathered the battlefield, Old Man Guan took a more accepting view of it.
"He treats his own people very well. As long as his illness doesn't flare up, there's absolutely nothing wrong