But a disciple was different from an adopted son. In his lifetime, he had no power and no influence, he could only cause people to be irritated, what benefits could he bring to the other? How could he be able to protect anyone? Even though he was old and desolate, with no children or grandchildren, except some old dogs in his family, who would ever care for him?

Chang Geng stole a glance at his face and said: "Tch, I quickly told him that Master Feng Han favored peace and quiet and would not like the noisy type such as himself. You need not feel perplexed, I will scold him in your stead later. You can rest assured, he has been carefree since childhood, he would not take this to heart.”

Zhang Feng Han hurriedly said: "Your Highness, slow down! Your Highness! I... This... I..."

The elderly man panicked, his tongue was in a knot, his forehead was full of sweat. Chang Geng was silent, only giving him a leisurely smile. His smile did not have a single hint of ill intent, it was clear and bright like a young man, dyed with the right amount of mischievousness.

Zhang Feng Han seldom saw him not displaying his experienced and adept image. He came back to his senses, laughing helplessly, and said: "Your Highness is really..."

"Then I will tell him, my home is around the next right turn. Master Feng Han, please help yourself," Chang Geng said gently. "I will tell Xiao Ge to find a good day to bow to you. That's right, it looks like it is going to rain. You can take an umbrella from me just in case."

Zhang Feng Han, an old stubborn thorn that busted Li Feng's head, said goodbye to him with a smile, watching the carriage of Yan Wang kindly as it went away.

As soon as Chang Geng left, it turned out to be as he said, a light rain began to trickle down.

Master Feng Han raised the umbrella that Chang Geng had left him. For the past six months, even with the army shortage and continued chaos, though it was not peaceful, as long as he looked at these young ones, he felt that the pillar of Great Liang had not collapsed, there were still people supporting it.

There were many intelligent and talented people in the world. However, if a person was too smart, they would often lose a few parts of enthusiasm, they would be more inclined to keep to themselves. Only when a truly wise and brave person took the lead in standing up and shouldering this pillar could they bring them together as a group.

The people at the front were doomed to work hard but would not necessarily have a good end. They might have had to endure for naught. But in this vast sand, if there did not exist these few large stones, wouldn't everything already be washed down through thousands of generations?