"The tree that stands out in the forest is often the one that gets blown down by the wind, Rong hasn't settled yet. If Mr. Liu had retired a few years later, then there would be nothing to worry about at all,"
"Those prominent clans and sects are probably eyeing us as we speak."
Zhao Rong pondered over this matter and took it to heart.
He suddenly laughed and said, "Dragging in the metaphor of the high mountains and running waters, you've really thought this through."
Xiao Qu, feeling somewhat aggrieved, replied:
"I've always thought like this. I participate in many matters within the sect, and my senior brothers and sisters praise me for my maturity, saying I'm second only to the eldest senior brother. It's only you who insists on treating me like a child."
"Give it another year, and I will certainly be taller than you."
"Impossible," Zhao Rong gestured and said, "You're not a bamboo shoot, how can you grow so fast?"