Sui Liushu turned around, a pond of thrashing Treasure Fish at his back.
'So, you've come to pay your respects at this hour. Did you bring your god-grandson along to ask for a reward?
'Coming from a Major Clan... so short-sighted. All he knows is how to take advantage!'
He chuckled to himself, deciding to treat it as fattening them up for the slaughter—a last meal for the grandfather and grandson.
He immediately instructed the Steward to go to the storeroom and retrieve some ordinary Spiritual Objects of medium quality.
'After all, I'm about to consume his godfather as a Daoist Can. I should at least offer some compensation.'
'Ah, Younger Brother Yang… you've followed me for so many years. You've certainly worked hard, even if you haven't made any major contributions.'
Sui Liushu recalled how for the past several days, Yang Xun had carefully attended to him at his sickbed.
