「Yellow Sheep Mountain.」
Two Wang Family disciples stood guard dutifully at the entrance to Wang Kang's tomb. In front of the grave, Wang Ping held a broom, carefully sweeping away the snow. He swept very slowly, looking up from time to time to read the inscription on the headstone.
After clearing a large patch of ground, he took out a pre-prepared flask of rice wine. He poured half of it out before the headstone, then took a large gulp himself.
Wang Ping knew his junior brother must have been resentful when he left the mountain back then.
"Honestly, you... so what if improving your foundation hurt a little? It's nothing to be ashamed of if you couldn't bear it. Plenty of disciples in the sect can't stand the pain now, and they didn't just storm off the mountain in a huff."
