Hearing Lin Weiyuan's voice, Yang Jing stopped and turned to the side to look at him. "Uncle," he asked, "is there something you need?"
Lin Weiyuan let out a soft sigh and said slowly, "That boy, Ziheng... his talent in the Martial Dao is average, and he has a restless personality. He loves being in the thick of things, and I worry that his youthful hot-headedness will get him into trouble at the Xuanzhen Sect, or that he'll have no one to help him when he's in a bind.
"That's why I'd like to ask you, Young Master Yang, to look after him a little in the sect from now on."
Upon hearing this, Yang Jing smiled faintly and waved his hand. "Don't worry, Uncle. Junior Brother Ziheng is a straightforward person, and we get along quite well. We're martial brothers, after all. It's only right that we look out for each other.
"If he ever needs my help in the future, I will naturally lend a hand."
