"You think I lost my post as the Lord of Anning County because I wasn't capable enough? Let me tell you, old man, you've completely misjudged me—Zhao Jiu—today!"
"You have no idea what my Younger Brother Ji is capable of! This run-down Wine Shop of yours... in the future, I, Master Jiu, wouldn't even spare it a second glance..."
BAM!
Fed up with his rebellious son's drunken rambling, a tipsy Zhao Ding walked up and kicked him flat on his face. He then casually cleaned out his ear.
"Then get lost and go find your 'good brother.'"
"Don't blame your old man for not warning you."
Zhao Ding snorted.
"That kid has gone to the Celestial Blade School on Golden Turtle Island."
"Not only did the fishing and medicine guilds hire the Northern Garrison Command to arrest him, but upon hearing about Duan Chenzhou's funeral, numerous Daoist Schools have also made a special trip to get involved. And there are other Schools lurking in the shadows."
