Old Master Wu was the clan leader of the family.
Ma Daqing knew him; he was the clan leader who had adamantly refused to allow his deceased parents to be buried in peace.
The clan leader's name was Wu Li.
When Daqing's parents had passed away more than a decade ago, Wu Li wasn't as old as he appeared now.
In Daqing's memory, he should have been around fifty years old.
Now, he must be almost seventy, right?
People from the village always seemed to age prematurely.
All teeth gone, yet still meddling and pointing fingers.
A feeling of disgust welled up inside Big Head Wu.
"Are you Master Wu San?" asked Ma Daqing.
Wu Li ranked third among his siblings at home, and people from the village were accustomed to addressing him as Master Wu San.
Upon hearing this, Master Wu San thought there was hope; the village head still remembered me.
He instantly felt immensely superior, as if to say, "All you younger generations should step back."