In the frosty October, Lushan Academy in Chengde welcomed a noble guest. At the foot of the mountain, a squad of elite soldiers stood guard, while on the mountain, the bitter wind blew as a few people stared each other down.
"What a rare guest indeed! What brings the esteemed Prime Minister of our country to this humble academy of mine?"
An elder with a large cloak, a ruddy face, and hair and beard all white, glared at the two visitors, one big and one small, in front of him.
"We are here to visit you, dear uncle. Su'er, quickly pay respects to your grand uncle." Song Zhiyuan nudged his son.
Song Lingsu was momentarily stunned—how is he a grand uncle—but he obediently bowed and greeted, "Su'er pays respects to Grand Uncle."
"Please, I don't deserve it!" Grandmaster Fu evaded the gesture, snorting lightly, and said to Song Zhiyuan, "Stop trying to claim kinship with me. We are not of the same path."
