We carried Song Xiaotian out to the entrance of his home.
His eyes were red with anger.
"Don't blame us. We're both outsiders, and we're juniors too. Your grandfather gave the order, so we had no choice but to carry you out."
I said, "You know how strict your family is, yet you still talked back. Weren't you just asking for trouble?"
Meng Yifan tried to reason with him too. "Your dad and grandfather mean business this time, but they weren't wrong. Nobody's forcing you to marry Pan Xiaorou. They're just asking you to take responsibility. Think it over carefully. If you can't figure it out, I reckon you really won't be allowed back."
Song Xiaotian stood rooted to the spot for a long time before meekly getting into his car and driving away.
He really was a little pitiful today.
After he left, Old Master Song and the others went back to receiving their guests.
They said birds of a feather flocked together, and Old Master Song's guests seemed to be anything but ordinary people.
One elderly man in particular caught my interest.
His surname was Xiang, and his full name was Xiang Long. He was well into his seventies too. He was the one who had performed the exorcism on Uncle Song, driving the Evil Buddha out of his body.
More importantly, this elderly man was also a descendant of the Mohist School.
My Patriarch, Tang Zhui, was a descendant of the Mohist School too, so naturally I was interested in this elderly man.
The Mohist School was a philosophical school from the Eastern Zhou period, one of the Hundred Schools of Thought.
I knew very little about the Mohist School. I had only studied it in school, where I learned that it was not just a philosophical