Having said that, he tilted his head back and drained his drink in one gulp.
Yang Yinghao held the teacup in his hand but did not bring it to his lips for a long time.
Suddenly, he felt that he no longer understood this rascal that he had raised from one foot tall to seven feet, remembering only that not long ago, the rascal’s mind was filled with creating disturbances...
Then he suddenly realized that in the past two years, he had been busy with sect affairs, and the rascal had been causing trouble left and right along with Yang Erlang; the two of them hadn’t had a proper sit-down over tea and heartfelt discussions like today for a very long time.
He was puzzled but had no words to respond.
He was loyal to the Ming Sect, loyal to the Sect Hierarch... or rather, the Yang Family had been loyal to the Ming Sect, loyal to the Hierarch, generation after generation.
Even he felt that the words this rascal had just said... indeed made sense!
Especially when Yang Potian had previously forced the rascal to the White Lotus Sect using his sect command, he hadn’t made a scene at Bright Summit, but he wasn’t actually at peace.
He was the Right Protector of Light of the Ming Sect.
But he was also a father.
Just as their casual chat had reached a deadlock, a servant hurried into the waterside pavilion carrying a dark-colored visiting card and presented it to Yang Yinghao with both hands, "Master, there’s someone at the door asking to see you!"
Yang Yinghao sighed in relief, casually took the visiting card and glanced at it nonchalantly, but then suddenly furrowed his brows.
Seeing this, Tian Sheng curiously asked, "Dad, who is it?"
Yang Yinghao closed the visiting card, tapped it on the table with a finger for a moment, then slid it across to Tian Sheng; "Five Poisons Cult!"
"Oh, they even dare to come knocking?"
Tian Sheng laughed as he picked up the visiting card and closely examined it, "Yan Fudie? Never heard of this name before! Have you ever heard of this name before?"
Yang Yinghao shook his head, "No, it must be an alias... the previous Sect Hierarch Yan Shijun probably used an alias too!"
Tian Sheng paused, then laughed and set the visiting card down, "Fu, invite the visitor inside."
"Yes!"
The servant complied and turned to leave.
Yang Yinghao gestured to stop the servant, speaking in a low voice, "You want to see him? Are you sure? Beware, he may not come with good intentions!"
Tian Sheng picked up the teapot on the table, leisurely lifted the lid, and poured out the tea leaves to brew anew. "If he truly meant harm, he wouldn’t have sent a visiting card... So, you take mom and Xiuying and avoid for a while, let me meet him alone."
Yang Yinghao examined him up and down doubtfully, thought for a moment, then said, "Or maybe you take your mother and Xiuying elsewhere, and let me handle it."
Tian Sheng laughed, "Dad, I’m already grown up and can handle it. Besides, the person is clearly here for both of us, clearly targeting Yang Ge; you don’t understand his temperament, better let me deal with it... Don’t worry, nothing will go wrong!"
Yang Yinghao felt it made sense, so he stood up and said, "Alright, call me if you need me, and I’ll come immediately!"
Tian Sheng stood up, escorting his elderly father out.
After Yang Yinghao had gone far, he looked back toward the pavilion and saw his eldest son sitting there, sipping his tea unhurriedly; what once seemed like an affected ornamental sword now appeared as a solitary peak, majestic and staunch.
He turned his head and continued walking, a bittersweet smile playing on his lips as he muttered to himself, "A son grows beyond his father’s control, eh?"
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Before long, a servant from the Yang Family led a burly middle-aged man, tall over eight feet and robust like a small mountain, into the waterside pavilion. This middle-aged man wore a purple robe with golden embroidery under a large, thick black robe, his presence as imposing as a gust of wind, exuding an intense and fierce aura as he moved and settled.
But Tian Sheng merely glanced up at the visitor, then gestured towards the Taishi Chair opposite him and said lightly, "Please, have a seat."
The visitor flicked the hem of his robe and seated himself boldly without giving Tian Sheng a look, then began to look around, inquiring, "May I ask where the ’Divine Exposer’ Yang Ge is?"
Tian Sheng took the teapot and poured a cup of tea, pushing it towards the visitor, "My brother is not here, anything you have to say can be addressed to me."
"Oh?"
The visitor leaned back in his chair, squinted at Tian Sheng with a smile, "Can you speak for Yang Ge’s matters?"
Tian Sheng intertwined his fingers, speaking calmly, "Of course not, or perhaps the visitor could pick another day or wait for me to tell my brother about your inquiry so he can come to you."
The visitor opened his eyes, his smile deepening, and slowly remarked, "Young man, you are quite hotheaded..."
Tian Sheng also smiled, "If I weren’t hotheaded, would I still be young?"
"Good point!"
The visitor burst out laughing, his loud laughter causing the eaves of the pavilion to tremble.
Tian Sheng kept his gaze steady, still smiling at the visitor.
Soon, the laughter ceased abruptly, the visitor straightened up, and said seriously, "Let’s talk business. I am here regarding the matter of three million taels of silver that Yang Ge inadvertently lost. I have already sent someone to deliver it to Lu Ting. From now on, let there be no grudges between our cult and Yang Ge; he walks his sunny path, and we walk our lonely bridge, without crossing each other’s waters!"
"Can you make a decision on this matter? Give a clear answer!"
Tian Sheng leisurely picked up the teacup and took a sip, then slowly corrected, "Just so you know, that money was not ’inadvertently lost’ by my brother, but stolen by villains, and the amount was not three million, but five million!"