"Master."
"Mm."
Tong Li leaned back in his soft chair, looking over from the side. His voice was kind but extremely faint:
"You went to see the Zhu Mansion's Patriarch?"
"Yes."
Ming Nianwei nodded.
"Your disciple is now the Zhu Mansion's Sacrificial Master. Since the Patriarch has returned, it was only right that I go and see him."
"That makes sense." Tong Li pushed himself up, standing unsteadily.
Ming Nianwei hurried forward to support him.
"Zhu Ju came to my small courtyard yesterday, but unfortunately, I wasn't feeling well and couldn't see him."
After a couple of light coughs, Tong Li asked with a smile:
"What is the boy like?"
"Well..." Ming Nianwei hesitated for a moment before replying in a low voice:
"He seems rather ordinary."
"Ordinary?" Tong Li shook his head.
