In the hall.
Seventh Master remained silent for a long time. I had no idea what he was thinking.
I raised my head and said, "Back then, you were so brave and imposing. You drove a whole pack of demons and monsters out of China by sheer force. Why can't you do it again now?"
"During the Three Kingdoms period, the veteran general Huang Zhong was already seventy-two when he killed Xiahou Yuan, yet he still stunned everyone and made his name resound through all three armies."
"You're only sixty, strong and healthy. What monster could possibly be stronger than you?"
"I may be useless, but my brain still works. Brother Tian is just like you were back then, and he won't stand by either. In just one year, apart from failing to kill Lü Zhengxian, what haven't we managed to accomplish?"
"And now you want to make a will? What do you need a will for?"
Seventh Master shook his head with a wry smile. "I'm making a will, not giving my last words. Why are you getting so worked up?"
"I adopted Xiuzhu, so I ought to fulfill my responsibilities to her. At my age, how could I let hatred go to my head so easily?"
"But we have to accept that we're getting old. Who can decide whether tomorrow or an accident will come first?"
"If I don't make this will and something happens to me, there'll always be shameless people eyeing my assets. Xingxing's care will become a problem too. I don't trust those self-righteous hypocrites. I only trust you."
"You've been practicing the Dao for some time now. Can't you see these things clearly yet?"
I stayed silent.
I understood all his reasoning, but this time, the enemy was clearly different from the ones before.