"Your martial uncle, well, he had a falling out with your grandmaster back in the day. He went off to establish another branch and now lives alone in Ze Province, not really wanting to come back."
Old Yue chuckled, "If you have the skills, maybe you can cheer up the old man a bit. Who knows, you might accidentally gain some benefits from over there."
"Master..." Zhang Rongfang squinted, thought for a moment, and then decided to ask, "Can I ask a question?"
"What? Go ahead." Yue Dewen took out a towel and started wiping the sweat from his forehead.
"Didn't you just say that Flying Spirit Feather Talisman is quite sinister? Then why do you still keep it on you?"
"..." Yue Dewen's hand froze. He looked at Zhang Rongfang and blinked.
"Actually, your master has always had a dream, and that is... well, you know." He gave a smile that indicated hidden meaning.
