"Young Master, once tomorrow passes, Uncle Quan doesn't know when he'll be able to nag at you again." Uncle Quan's hair was graying, and being addressed by the Young Master stirred feelings within him, "Uncle Quan is old now, and who knows when I'll kick the bucket for real and won't be able to say anything to you."
Beitang Yao's sword-like eyebrows furrowed tightly, stirring a sense of pity in others, his thin lips slightly parted, "Uncle Quan, if you don't like the United Kingdom, then come back with me tomorrow. I'll have someone send you back to the castle, Grandfather needs you."
Uncle Quan shook his head with a gentle sigh, "No, Young Master, this is the fate I deserve. As long as the Old Master is doing well, I am at peace." The Old Master's methods have always been incredibly firm; no one can defy the decisions he makes.
