Old Mr. Xie sat in the room. Outside the door, he could hear the whispers of his children and grandchildren.
"The school in town is finished?"
It was the voice of his eldest daughter-in-law.
"It's done," his eldest son replied, "Immortals from the Jiushan Sect specially came to build it. It was done within an hour, a three-courtyard structure, and it's really beautiful."
"They truly are immortals!"
"Keep your voice down, Dad doesn't like us talking about the Jiushan Sect!"
Old Mr. Xie blinked but said nothing.
The eldest daughter-in-law paused for a moment, but instead of lowering her voice, she spoke even louder:
"He doesn't like it? But everyone in the village loves to hear it!"
"Without the Jiushan Sect, how would our family have its land?"
"Without the Jiushan Sect, how would Xiao San have a school to attend?"
Her eldest son seemed to have no retort, only helplessly saying, "I didn't say you couldn't talk, I just said keep your voice down..."
