Lang Biol knew very well that his grandfather had not meant anything bad, but he was no longer that person who would simply say "okay" sadly after hearing such words. Unfortunately for everyone, he was no longer the old "Lang Biol," but had become the "Purple Lotus Flower."
He looked at his grandfather calmly, closed his eyes, nodded his head, and sighed.
"Excuse me, but the person you are talking about did not love swords or their techniques from the beginning; he loved medicine since his childhood. But why don't we talk about the clan leader himself instead of his brother? Wasn't the clan leader injured by the Black Blood Emperor? That injury was severe and weakened his core, yet he did not give up. Instead, he kept trying again and again without frustration, and he truly succeeded. He even created the Red Shikama technique. So if you say this, Grandfather, does that mean you think what he did was foolish, and that he should have given up like anyone else, is that right?"
His voice was loud enough for everyone in the palace to hear, mixed with anger and sarcasm. This angered everyone because it seemed disrespectful toward the clan leader.
"Who do you think you are, you rude little boy, to speak to the clan leader like that?"
Lang Biol looked at the man as if he were seeing a fool. He did not even properly look at him and responded with a mocking glance.
"What? Did I say something wrong? And why are you interfering in a conversation between a grandfather and his grandson? And who are you anyway?"
These sharp words made the man's face flush with anger. Lang Biol had not expected this grown man to be so sensitive, and he was truly surprised at how red his face had become. It was so amusing that it looked as if the man was about to explode, if not for the sound of the clan leader's laughter interrupting him.
"Hahahahahaha! It seems that among my son's descendants, there is someone special!"
Everyone was shocked by this reaction, even Lang Biol. He thought his grandfather was eccentric. Lang Biol thought that if he were in that old man's place and had a grandson who said such things to him, that grandson would never see daylight again. Even though he knew the word special was spoken with sarcasm.
"Well done, Biol. That is correct. But I am curious about this strange change in you. Did something unusual happen?"
Those blue eyes were watching him with curiosity and caution, which annoyed Lang Biol greatly. He hated the color blue. He looked away again and took some pastries carelessly. Even so, he did not forget to reply.
"Who said I changed? My name is still Lang Biol."
His gentle smile carried a hint of sarcasm when he pronounced the name Lang.
The grandfather sighed and praised his knowledge of history, but Lang Biol was not looking for praise; he wanted something else.
"Clan Leader, would you allow me to attend the meeting? It will give me some experience."
The clan leader said, "Yes, that is fine."
His approval shocked many people. When one of them tried to object, the clan leader shot him a warning look, and the man fell silent awkwardly. When Lang Biol saw this situation, he could not help but clap internally. Wonderful and amazing. It seems this old man thinks he is an emperor or something like that. Lang Biol looked at the man who had been about to object with a provocative smile, which increased the man's anger. Nevertheless, silence prevailed and the meeting began.
Everyone began suggesting solutions to the clan leader. Some proposed that the disciples apologize and offer rare pills, since they were children after all, and Parki Wang agreed with this idea. Others suggested asking for help from the North Star Sect, since the problem affected them as well, in other words, threatening the Golden Tiger Sect. The Minister of Commerce supported that.
Lang Biol, who was eating pastries, did not understand why they were complicating something so simple, so he decided to ask.
"Grandfather, why must you pass through the Golden Tiger Sect when you can take another road?"
The grandfather was about to answer, but Parki Wang spoke first.
"Because all the other roads are unsafe. There are bandits, shapeshifters, and spirit-like beings. I believe I explained this in last month's lesson. Were you not present?"
Lang Biol said, "Yes, I was there."
Parki Wang looked at him suspiciously.
Lang Biol quickly looked away and thought, how could he remember something from fourteen years ago? That was impossible. And it would be strange to say that he forgot or was not paying attention, since everyone knew he was a genius. But now, how could he explain that he had become a fool obsessed with swords who solved every problem with his blade?
Then Lang Jong, Lang Biol's father, spoke.
"Well, we should not have a problem with the Golden Tiger Sect, so the idea of threatening them is not good. As for apologizing and offering something valuable, that is our duty, since the mistake was the teacher's fault for not teaching his disciples properly. Therefore, the teacher and the disciples will be punished together. Any objections?"
Silence filled the room, which meant agreement.
Lang Biol admired his father's leadership, but unfortunately, this plan would not succeed in the future. There would be many conflicts with the Golden Tiger Sect that would lead to war. However, that was fine. He would manage everything perfectly himself.
"And now let us try to plan." He looked at his grandfather and took out the box.
"Grandfather, can you send this to the leader of the Golden Tiger Sect? This blue tea helps with calmness, relieves pain, and helps with sleep. The recipe is not available in the East, only in the South. There is also a letter of apology. After all, the one who made the mistake was my dear brother, Lang Liu."
His grandfather looked at him as if he understood what he was aiming at, then nodded and ordered a servant to take the box. Lang Biol smiled inwardly with satisfaction. His plan had succeeded perfectly. But he did not notice the strange look from Parki Wang.
After the meeting ended, Lang Biol was about to leave with his father, but the clan leader stopped him. He turned and looked at him.