Yun Yang looked startled as he glanced upon the white couplet attached to the teahouse that had yet to fade. Battered by the wind and rain, only half of it was left fluttering in the wind.
Yun Yang's mind was spinning; he felt the pangs of a bitter ache engulf his heart. After a moment, he spoke softly, "That's right. They are both heroes, Yutang's loyal men. San Huzi, you have to be a hero too when you grow up!"
"Yes!" The boy replied proudly, "I will never embarrass my brothers and father. Our family members are all heroes of Yutang!"
Yun Yang smiled reluctantly. A gleaming wisp of purple Qi emerged from the hand laid on the boy's head as incredibly refined purple Qi slipped into the boy.