Upon hearing Old Mr. Meng's words, Wufu smiled faintly. Seeing the old man's smug look, she picked up the teapot to refill his tea, saying, "Your esteemed reputation is influential, but I didn't plan to use it here."
"What, are you looking down on it then?" Old Mr. Meng snorted.
"Disciple wouldn't dare! I just feel it's not worthwhile. Is the Wu Family worth exchanging my master's credentials for?" Wufu took a sip of tea, sneering, "Do they think I am eager to return to my roots and recognize my ancestors? It's not like I'm complaining my days are too carefree!"
"You don't want to acknowledge them?" Old Mr. Meng looked at her, "Girl, aren't you afraid of having no clan behind you?"
Wufu lowered her eyelids and said, "Master, I've long considered my father dead. Recognizing them or not is irrelevant, it's just for my mother's sake. Now that their family doesn't acknowledge me, that's fine, I can silence my mother's protests."
"But your mother..."
