"How could I possibly feel at ease right now?" Old Master Wun sighed. "I have to resolve the matter with Mi Hetong first; otherwise, when Xiu Zhu comes back from the hospital and starts threatening to end his life again, I might as well die before he does."
"What kind of talk is that?" Elder Master Jian frowned in disapproval. "We, old brothers, all made it through fields of bullets and storms; how can we be defeated by this little setback? That girl of yours is utterly unreasonable. The sooner you deal with her, the better—it'll spare your household from endless chaos."
"Alright, brother, I'll listen to you." Old Master Wun had actually been pondering over it all night. Though in great pain, he had finally made up his mind. "Later on, I'll need to borrow your place to settle this matter; otherwise, I can't bring Xiu Zhu back."
