"Uncle Wang, are you alright?"
Li Xian helped Wang Yonghou up, dusting the snow off his body. Wang Yonghou supported his waist, howling with pain, his face bruised blue and purple.
Seeing a big tear in his cloth coat made him feel like his heart was bleeding. He'd rather take a few more punches than have a hole in his clothes.
"Nothing, Li... Li Xian, thank you."
"I knew you had potential. That martial arts you showed just now was really impressive."
"You really helped me vent my anger, thank... thank you."
As he spoke, Wang Yonghou suddenly realized something and hurriedly said, "That... that, I haven't chopped firewood yet. Can you let Uncle Wang off this time?"
"I won't hit you, otherwise Aunt Liu would scold me to death." Li Xian chuckled.
Only then did Wang Yonghou relax, and the two of them went back to Qingning County, naturally keeping each other company.
"Your biggest advantage, kid, is that you never forget your roots."
