"It's just average, not as nice as the ones I drew back in the day."
With that, he gently patted Tang and advised, "Even if you're talented, don't play all the time. Learn more from your nephew Wang Qing and be more diligent."
As he was rambling on in his lecture to his grandson, Old Tang felt a vibration from his pocket, taking out a small walnut to see it was a message from Zhu Luo.
[Come to the southwest of Chang State, to Fengshi Mountain. The village is lost, I'm waiting for you here.]
Old Tang furrowed his brow slightly. After a moment, he said to Tang, "Stay here and don't wander around. I'll be back soon."
"Grandpa, are you going to buy oranges?" Tang interjected with a question.
"Buy my foot, I'm going to watch the fun." Old Tang flicked Tang's forehead lightly.
Tang replied, "Then I'll go too."
"What excitement is there for kids to join in? You stay here and keep an eye on your apprentices and younger brothers."
