chapter 18 Argument and Debate

Sonny briefly narrated everything that would happen in Sword Sect. The old man's eyes revealed deep affection, nodding continuously.
"Young master, let's go offer incense to the old master. It's been two years since you returned, and I bring a bouquet of flowers to visit his grave every year. Now that you're back, it's time to pay respects to him."
The old man said softly.
Sonny nodded, reminiscing. The courtyard held numerous memories of him and his father, although it remained the same, everything had changed.
"Tomorrow morning, I will offer incense to my father...Grandpa Clark, after that, I have to leave. My time is tight now. After participating in the Sword Sect's Sword Mastery Tournament, I will return and take good care of you."
Sonny said with a hint of guilt.
The old man's eyes showed a trace of contentment. He patted Sonny's shoulder, "Young master, you worry too much. I still have many years left... I need to comfort the young master's son too."
The old man joked.
Sonny smiled, "Alright, when I have children, I'll have you take care of them, as long as you don't mind the hard work."
"That would be my honor."
The old man said excitedly.
After a pause, the old man became serious, "Young master, how much money do you need this time?"
After a moment of contemplation, Sonny said, "The more, the better."
The old man became silent.
"What's wrong...Grandpa Clark, Isn't the business left by my father running well?"
Sonny asked.
The old man nodded, his expression turning indignant, "Young master, you know the situation. Our lineage is weak, with no one to speak for us. Although the business left by the old master is thriving, a significant portion of the profits in the past two years has been taken by the family. You know, I'm just a servant, and some things are challenging."
A surge of anger welled up in Sonn.
The shops were the result of his father's hard work, but they had unknowingly become assets for others.
His fists clenched involuntarily, and Sonny felt a sense of injustice.
Suppressing his anger, Sonny spoke, "How much money is currently in the business?"
The old man shook his head, "The current business is managed by the branch of the Family Head. I don't know the exact profits, but there's some monthly dividend... not even three hundred taels of silver."
Sonny couldn't help but smile, a bitter smile.
This was beyond tolerable.
The old man paused for a moment, then continued, "But when I managed the business, I knew it would eventually be swallowed by the family. So, I fabricated accounts, secretly hiding a portion of the profits. Currently, it's about a hundred thousand taels."
Sonny's expression regained its calmness, "Grandpa Clark... rest assured. What belongs to us, I will retrieve sooner or later."
His words were filled with unwavering determination.
The old man looked at Sonny, sensing a change in him compared to the past. In the past, Sonny would always hold back and would never say such words, but the current Sonny, who spoke these sincere words, made the old man reevaluate him.
"Young master... I hope that day comes soon."
The old man said expectantly.
Clap, clap!
Applause echoed as someone entered the courtyard.
Sonny looked up, seeing Gunner.
Gunner smiled, "What a touching scene!"
Sonny remained indifferent, looking at Gunner.
Gunner provocatively stared at Sonny, "Mr. Myles heard about your return. Please join us for dinner."
"Mr. Myles is really interested in me... I'm afraid it's you who said it!"
Sonny calmly remarked.
Gunner nodded, walking briskly to face Sonny, "Yes, I mentioned it briefly to the Mr. Myles. He wanted to see you. It seems the Mr. Myles is still very concerned about you."
Sonny showed a faint smile, "I appreciate your concern."
"Of course."
Gunner smiled insincerely.
"Go and tell Mr. Myles I'll go to see him later."
Sonny said, entering the house without paying further attention to Gunner.
The old man flashed a smile at Gunner hurrying into the house.
If it were two years ago, Sonny would never dare to be so disrespectful to Gunner, however, he was no longer the same as two years ago.
Time was passing, and he was changing.
Inside Sword Sect, no one dared to harm him easily. Although he was just a small figure in Sword Sect, but still the member of Sword Sect, leaving it meant bestowing its honor, and also under its protection.
Although the Ayesa Family was powerful, compared to the profound and unpredictable Sword Sect, they still fell short.
Entering the house, Sonny remained calm. He brewed a cup of tea for himself and drank it slowly.
The old man sat beside Sonny, wanting to speak but hesitating.
As the tea cup emptied, Sonny stood up, adjusting his clothes, "Grandpa Clark... , I'll go and see what Mr. Myles wants."
The old man's expression revealed a hint of worry. After some thought, he spoke, "Young master, you are still weak now. You don't have the strength to have a major conflict with Mr. Myles. Be sensible in handling matters."
Sonny nodded, "Grandpa Clark... I know what I'm doing. Don't worry."
The old man watched as Sonny left, and a faint glint appeared in his cloudy eyes. The whole person underwent a significant change, and a subtle killing intent emanated.
In the Ayesa's mansion, there's an extravagant display of opulent architecture. Towering structures are layered one upon another, creating a transcendent aura. This grandeur, even in comparison to the mansion of City Lord, is unparalleled and radiates with luxury.
Centuries of heritage could not be underestimated.
Being in such a prominent family, Sonny pondered whether it was a blessing or a tragedy.
owever, regardless of the circumstances, the Ayesa family shared the same ancestor, and there is only one way to overcome the current predicament.
After being announced by the servant, Sonny appeared in Mr. Myles's study.
Mr. Myles, with white hair, was calmly painting a crouching tiger on a scroll. A massive tiger, vividly depicted, crouched amidst the brisk wind and dense grass, its enormous tail raised, ready to strike.
"It's been over two years since I last heard from you."
Mr. Myles spoke without lifting his head.
"My cultivation has yet to make progress... knowing my whereabouts, what difference does it make? I've become a subject of gossip, a laughingstock."
Sonny calmly responded.
Mr. Myles made a heavy stroke on the painting, giving life to the tiger, as if it could leap out at any moment, delivering a fatal blow.
“Cultivation incomplete, yet you dared to cause a massacre.”
Mr. Myles's voice became stern as the brush left the paper.