"Martial Uncle, is this really appropriate?" Xia Shouzheng's gaunt face twisted into a pained expression. He clutched his red cloak tighter, looking utterly pitiful.
Across a small tea table from him, engaged in a game of Go, sat an elderly man. He was lean and distinguished, with a few strands of a handsome beard on his chin, and he possessed a rather carefree air.
In his left hand, he held a cup of hot tea. With his right, he pinched a game piece that was as smooth and warm as jade, his brows furrowed in thought.
Hearing this, the old man replied nonchalantly, "What's not appropriate about it?"
"You're competing for resources with someone from your grand-disciple's generation. That's hardly appropriate."
