Just who are you calling a peasant?

Liu Sumeng and Liu Suye did not go to the Main Hall or Hall of Repentance. Instead, they both stood side by side in the Sect Leader's cramped office and watched him pace back and forth.

"Unbelievable! To think the day would come that I don't know what to do with either of you! Have you not thought at all about the future of this sect? About the kind of responsibility that you might carry on your back!?"

"Dear Uncle, I understand your grievances, however, it's not like I'm the--" Liu Suye began but was promptly cut off with a sharp glare. His mouth slammed closed on instinct and he held back his complaints with an awkward smile.

Liu Fumao's hand came down heavily on his wooden desk, the items jolting upon the force. Liu Sumeng reached out to catch the…vibrating egg…paperweight.