"Patriarch, I can't do it."
Ye Ling's voice was cold and cool.
"It doesn't matter if you can't, I'll teach you."
Ye Weitian loved coaching newbies, especially the joy of watching them get trashed into nothingness brought him happiness.
"I won't learn."
Ye Ling had no interest in video games; aside from ancient martial arts, he had no interest in anything else in this world.
He couldn't understand why the old man was so addicted to that illusory world, finding any meaning in fighting within that tiny screen.
"Ah Ling, you can't be like this, knowing only martial arts all day and night. Look at you, you don't even know how to smile, just like someone with facial paralysis. Which girl would like you in the future?"
Ye Ling was picked up by Ye Weitian and had been by his side since he was a child, even sometimes closer to him than Ye Yan; Ye Weitian was very worried about what would happen to the child after his hundred years were up.