"Who exactly is the grandpa, and who's the grandson?"
The young Daoist Attendant stood guard some distance away at the residence's main gate. Glancing back into the hall, he could not help muttering to himself.
Yang Xun leaned forward, his back bent slightly, looking every bit a student humbly seeking instruction;
Jiang Yi, meanwhile, sat upright in his chair, his expression composed, like a teacher delivering a lesson.
The sight truly made it hard to tell which of them belonged to the senior generation.
"Grandpa, just do as I say. This, then this, and then that..."
Jiang Yi gave his instructions word by word.
After listening, Yang Xun looked troubled, his bare brows twitching slightly.
"Isn't this... a little too underhanded?"
Jiang Yi frowned.
"Grandpa, you're far too kindhearted! Sui Liushu already sees you as 'Dao Ginseng.' Are you still going to talk to him about honor?
"Besides, you and I are demonic cultivators! We ought to use whatever means it takes!"
The corner of Yang Xun's mouth twitched. He had lived most of his life, yet this was the first time anyone had called him "kindhearted."
Before entering the Dharma Lineage to cultivate, he had served as a military officer on the frontier, cutting people down like grass.
Later, while helping Sui Liushu gather the Clan, he had taken part in plenty of household massacres as well.
"Jiang Yi..."
Yang Xun looked embarrassed, stammering without getting the words out. Just thinking of the methods Jiang Yi had described made him uncomfortable all over.
"I'd be more than willing to take a saber and chop that old dog Sui to pieces.
"But making me pretend to weep with gratitude, wait on him and fuss over his well-being, even cook for him myself and drink with him... that's just too revolting!"