After the troublemaking woman left, there was no more beautiful sight for the onlookers to behold. Thus, the shop assistants from the Yang Family's medicine shop quickly scattered and returned to work.

Zheng Dafeng timidly ran over and squatted under the eaves, staying far away from Old Man Yang. He didn't dare to get too close to him.

Both he and Li Er were disciples of Old Man Yang, yet the treatment they received from him couldn't be more stark in contrast.

Zheng Dafeng was also frustrated that his master was biased, but there were some things that he had no option but to accept.

"Master, it looks like Qi Jingchun is hellbent on breaking the rules. What should we do then?" he asked nervously.

Old Man Yang remained silent as he continued to puff away at his smoking pipe. At some unknown time, a black cat suddenly ran over from some unknown place, and it shook its body dry as it sat near the old man's feet, sending water flying everywhere.

Zheng Dafeng was filled with worry as he said, "That bastard from True Martial Mountain actually summoned a deity from his sect... Will that cause any trouble? After all, countless people have their eyes on this small world."

Old Man Yang continued to remain silent.

Zheng Dafeng was accustomed to his master's silence, so he didn't find the atmosphere awkward at all. His thoughts ran wild, and his mind wandered to Qi Jingchun again. "Fucking hell! Qi Jingchun, you've cowardly abided by the rules for 59 years, yet you can't persist for just a few more days? Sure enough, scholars are brain-dead fools! They're simply impervious to reason!" he cursed.

"You might not be a scholar, but you're also brain-dead," Old Man Yang finally said.

Zheng Dafeng wasn't embarrassed, and instead turned around with an obsequious smile, asking, "Master, do you want me to massage your shoulders and legs for you?"

"I don't have any wealth for you to inherit, so it's best that you give up now," the old man replied indifferently.

Zheng Dafeng was slightly red with embarrassment as he corrected his master, saying, "Master, your words are so hurtful! Your disciple might not be the most capable person ever, but I'm definitely a dutiful and respectful person! How could I be coveting your wealth? It's not like I'm Li Er's wife or anything."

"Mhm, you're even inferior to her," the old man remarked.

Zheng Dafeng's expression became dark, and he hung his head in complete dejection. It was as if he had lost all his energy and spirit.

However, his face suddenly lit up with joy and delight. Even though his master's words were grating on the ear, he realized that his master had at least said so many words to him. This was a rare occurrence that called for a celebration! He decided to treat himself to some wine when he returned home.

With his spirits improved,...