When Xiang Shaoyun arrived at the grand hall, Qian Furen was there waiting deferentially on his knees. By now, Xiang Shaoyun had calmed significantly from his anger. When he saw Qian Furen's nervousness, the little bit of grievance he had left faded away. More importantly, Pang Tongyuan looked rather highly upon Qian Furen and had spoken a lot on his behalf, telling Xiang Shaoyun that Qian Furen was still a capable helper.

"Greetings, young sect master," said Qian Furen.

"You may stand," said Xiang Shaoyun nonchalantly.

"This sinner dares not," said Qian Furen nervously.

"Why not? I wonder if you were the one who had pampered your nephew into such a person," questioned Xiang Shaoyun.

"N-no. That nephew is only a son from a branch family. I had neglected...