The young man revealed a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth,
"You're truly filthy in a pure sense."
Though Zhao Xilu felt displeasure in his heart, he did not show it on his face. Instead, he saluted the old man, "Greetings, Uncle Tian."
Master Yi surely bore the surname Zhao, and this uncle must have been born into the main branch of the family.
The old man waved his hand with a smile, saying, "Alright, the intrusion is over, I should also leave."
"How could it be an intrusion when we're family? We should see each other more often. Let me walk you out."
"No, stay. Since we ought to meet more, let's not be bound by formalities."
The old man walked to the young man's side, first using a cloth band to wrap the young man's forehead, then bent down to carry him out of the main house.
After they left, Zhao Xilu couldn't help but curiously ask, "Great-grandmother, why has someone from the main family come so suddenly?"
