Mr. Liu took a sip of tea, set the teacup on the table, stroked his beard, and smiled. "Xiaohua, if you were to establish a sect, what would you call it?"
Zhang Xiaohua smiled. "This boy is dull-witted. I casually came up with the name Big Dipper Sect and have already used it in the martial world. For now, I have no other ideas."
"Mm, the Big Dipper spans the midnight sky; once it emerges, it shall reign supreme!" Mr. Liu nodded, then went on to say many profound and unfathomable things, much like what Qu Zhigao's mother had said on Qiu Long Mountain.
Zhang Xiaohua scratched his head, not knowing how to interject.
After Mr. Liu finally finished extolling the virtues of the Big Dipper Sect, he asked Zhang Xiaohua again, "Xiaohua, you feel that Bairen is your blood nephew, that you share blood ties, and thus you have an unavoidable duty to teach him and pass down the orthodoxy of your Big Dipper Sect to him. But... you must understand that Bairen is only your nephew, not your son. He belongs to Xiaolong and Liu Qian, not to you, Zhang Xiaohua, and even less to the Big Dipper Sect."
"Thus, from this point alone, passing the Big Dipper Sect's orthodoxy to him would be unjustified and improper. Moreover, it would be deeply unfair to Ji Xiaohua. Perhaps Ji Xiaohua would not mind, perhaps Bairen would not mind, perhaps while you are alive, none of your disciples would mind. But... once you pass away, once all these disciples of yours pass away, what about their descendants? Would they not mind Bairen?"
"And what about Bairen in the future? Would he not take disciples? What about his disciples? Would they establish another sect, or remain within your Big Dipper Sect?"