Old Man Gu clambered down from the wall with some difficulty. He walked up to Zhan Chi and peered at him closely before recognition dawned. "Well, well, if it isn't the young master of the Zhan family. I heard you're a good-for-nothing who idles his days away. What brings you to climb the walls of the General's residence today?"
Zhan Chi rolled his eyes irritably. "If an old man like you can climb someone's wall, why can't I?"
"You little brat—" Old Man Gu looked up and spotted the three silver needles on his head, then scoffed. "Serves you right!"
"..."
Zhan Chi was exasperated. 'What's Old Man Gu doing at the General's residence?'
'Don't tell me Gu Shuo told him about the little fatty, and he's here to claim his great-granddaughter?'
At this thought, he ignored the pain, reached up, and pulled out the silver needles. The excruciating pain made him suck in a sharp breath.
