"Only by winning this battle on the grassland can you truly command the respect of the Northern Territory and the Eight Camps, do you understand?"
"Truly settling his affairs for after his departure."
Chen Sansi was not pretentious; he knocked his forehead heavily on the ground: "This disciple will keep it in mind."
"Good, not a fussy person."
Sun Xiangzong turned up the corners of his mouth: "This old man says, at a hundred years of age, it's time to be buried. I don't know what they are all so sad about."
"Remember what you promised this old man, take good care of Sun Buqi and his sister as if you're exchanging their well-being for my estate."
"Alright, off you go and call your eldest senior brother in on the way."
"Yes!"
Chen Sansi got up and left.
Only then did Sun Xiangzong pick up his teacup, coughing deliberately as he saw him really walk away, repeating, "I told you to take good care of Sun Buqi and his sister, did you remember?!"
