After receiving the answer from Grandmaster Fu, and with his son successfully becoming an apprentice, Song Zhiyuan got up to take his leave.
Grandmaster Fu walked out of the cottage with him, looking at the distant green mountains and forests. A sharp northern wind blew, stinging their faces.
"Uncle, no need to see me off, the wind is strong here."
Grandmaster Fu sneered, "You really think you're something special, huh? Who wants to see you off? I'm just stretching my legs after sitting for too long."
Song Zhiyuan wasn't bothered, he chuckled lightly and said, "Uncle, you've been retired for many years. After Brother Xiao Quan passed, you prohibited the family's younger generation from entering officialdom. It's been ten years now, and you still want to hold them back?"
Grandmaster Fu's expression changed several times; he pursed his lips with a cold glint in his eyes.
