For some reason, news spread throughout the Qinglong Academy that Feng Zhinhu and Bai Shulong had a fierce argument the night before.
“... Did I not clearly tell you not to make Feng Zhinhu an enemy?”
“I’m sorry.”
With a click of his tongue, Mae Geuknyeom slowly took a sip from his teacup.
Opposite him, Bai Shulong knelt quietly, mumbling to himself.
“I clearly told you to keep your mouth shut, so who on earth spread the rumors...”
“Be quiet.”
“... Yes.”
Mae Geuknyeom pressed his fingers against his temples, feeling a headache coming on.
“Whom do you take after, causing trouble wherever you go... It was both of you, wasn’t it?”
As he thought of his daughter and son-in-law’s faces at the same time, Mae Geuknyeom sighed, covering his face with his palm.
Among the troublesome youths he had seen in his thirty years at Qinglong Academy, Bai Shulong was one of the few he could count on his fingers, a product of the two who had run away in the night.
“Since he is the child of those two, how could he be any better...”
“Grandfather, I am truly wronged.”
Even in this situation, Bai Shulong sat up straight, speaking confidently.
“If you had seen what he did, you would have split him in two, Grandfather.”
He was so sure that he could bet his entire fortune on it.