I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"Is that my uncle's office?"

Sitting in the car, the little girl looked out the window at the tall buildings in the distance, her eyes full of anticipation.

In a little while, you'll become stronger.

Little Tower, Little Tower, wait for me.

Following Wen Yue upstairs, the girl pushed open the office door and looked inside with great interest.

But to her surprise, that wicked uncle was kneeling in front of someone, with a wooden ruler on the ground in front of him.

The little girl recognized it; it was the ruler that school teachers used to spank disobedient students.

Who is this person? Is he my uncle's teacher? Is it because my uncle made a mistake that he is being punished by having his hand slapped?

"Wen Yue is back?"

The person spoke.

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying a warm and trustworthy quality, like the comforting warmth of the sun.

The little girl looked at him curiously.

So beautiful...

The little girl didn't know much; all she knew was that this person was very handsome, the most handsome person she had ever seen.

He looked over.

The little girl tried to hide, but Wen Yue was too thin and couldn't block her at all.

"Grand Ancestor, Yanwu knows he was wrong... Please... be gentle with the beating."

Although Wen Yue sympathized with her husband, his identity made it difficult for her to say much. She could only try her best to persuade him to suffer less physical pain.

"Is this child that girl's daughter?"

He didn't respond, but instead shifted the topic to the little girl.

"Waaah..."

Are you talking about her?

Aunt Wen Yue calls him "Grandpa"? He must be very powerful. Can he save the little pagoda?

"Yes, Huijie is one of my sister's daughters."

Wen Yue's mood dipped slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and adjusted her emotions.

"Hmm...is her name Huijie...?"

He looked at the little girl, who seemed lost in thought, and smiled as he waved to her.

"Huijie, little one, come here and let the old ancestor take a look."

"aunt……"

The little girl looked up at Wen Yue. She wouldn't move without an adult's permission.

"Go, Huijie. Let the ancestors see."

Wen Yue half-pushed the little girl to the man.

"Waaah..."

He was suddenly picked up and carried...

Sitting on his lap, the little girl's mind was filled with the feeling of flying she had just experienced.

"Huijie, do you recognize me?"

He struck up a conversation with the little girl.

"..."

The little girl shook her head obediently.

Although she was well-behaved and cute, Wen Yue still shook her head helplessly.

If it were the clever little tower instead, it would probably be calling you "ancestor" by now.

"Hmm, I don't know."

He laughed, seemingly amused by the little girl.

"According to seniority, Huijie, you should call me Tianzu. But you can call me Laozuzong, just like Wenyue."

The concept of seniority is too advanced and distant, and it's too troublesome to address people by names. A simple "ancestor" is enough to make it clear.

"Ancestor..."

The little girl called out in response.

She was still a little shy.

"Hmm, good boy, good girl."

He gently ruffled the little girl's hair, then looked at Wei Yanwu, who was still kneeling, and his voice immediately turned cold.

"How's your self-reflection going?"

"...Reporting to our ancestors, I, Yanwu, am ashamed of their teachings...I have failed to protect the people of our Great Yan."

Wei Yanwu was as obedient as a grandson being scolded by his elders... oh, he really was a grandson, he was even a great-great-grandson.

“You’re right, Wei Yanwu.”

He gave a soft hum and then said:

“You have abandoned one of my Great Yan’s citizens. You just stood by and watched her be captured by the enemy without doing anything.”

"..."

Wei Yanwu did not explain his concerns, express his views, or say anything like that one person's safety was no more important than the safety of the entire city's residents.

Because none of these were problems for this ancestor.

Concerns? Opinions? One person or the whole city?

These are things only the weak would consider. The ancestor would simply crush that dark black snake into dust without harming the child in the slightest.

"Wei Yanwu, choose your own punishment..."

"Grand Ancestor... Uncle also has his reasons... Could you please spare him..."

The little girl interrupted him, and to the astonishment of the Wei couple, she pleaded for him.

But soon, the little girl noticed that something was wrong. She looked up at him with her little face upturned, and tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back.

"Ancestor... Huijie... did I say something wrong... I'm sorry..."

"It's okay, Huijie is right."

He smiled, raised his hand to gently wipe away the little girl's tears, then hugged her and comforted her affectionately.

"But the mistakes he made were too great, too great to be forgiven. As the lord of a city, he couldn't protect the safety of the people under his rule; as the ruler, he allowed the enemy to infiltrate without any precautions; as the child's uncle, he did nothing but hand his niece over to the enemy."

"If someone like that isn't punished, Huijie, what face do you think he would have to live in this world?"

"..."

The little girl looked at her uncle, then shook her head.

"Huijie... doesn't know..."

"You're still young, little one. You'll understand when you're older."

He gently patted the little girl's head and looked at Wei Yanwu.

"Wei Lao Er, stand up."

Wei Yanwu stood up silently, while Wen Yue beside him showed worry in her eyes.

"Pull it out."

He was referring to Wei Yanwu's sword.

That sword that was once used to protect his people, and also to kill his own kin.

"Please, Ancestor, punish me."

He drew his sword without hesitation.

In an instant, an indescribable whistling sound resounded throughout the small house.

The little girl could only picture the sword strike.

But soon, her eyes were filled with another color.

The sword strike that Wei Yanwu unleashed, seemingly tearing through space, was simply flicked back by the old ancestor beside him with a finger, as easily as rain being blocked by an umbrella.

What followed, in just a few short minutes, would take the little girl half a lifetime to forget.

That uncle, who was always mindful of his appearance, was thoroughly scolded by the ancestor with a ruler.

The little girl saw her uncle like this for the first time.

But for some reason, she felt less worried and more relieved and happy.

She liked this ancestor.

"This punishment ends here. If there is a next time, Wei Yanwu, you will have to go to the ancestral hall to receive your punishment."

Having learned his lesson, he put away the ruler and warned Wei Yanwu again.

"Yanwu respectfully follows the teachings of our ancestors."

The dragon, its face bruised and swollen, stood there obediently, while the unsheathed Crimson Sky Sword lay obediently on the floor, not daring to make a sound.

"Hikono!"

Wen Yue immediately rushed to his side and tenderly checked on her husband's condition.

"I'm fine, Moon-wol. You deserve this lesson."

Wei Yanwu took his wife's hand and comforted her in return.

"Don't worry, it's just a facial injury. You'll be fine after a day of rest."