Xi Wen patted Ah Dai on the shoulder and said in a solemn voice, "Child, stop crying. Rest assured, Owen's death will not be in vain. The Master has always been protective of his own and he will definitely not let the Assassin Guild's people get away with this. You must be exhausted from the journey. Rest up first, and then we'll talk. The Master has already recognized you formally. From now on, don't call us uncle. Address us as 'martial uncle,' understand? And refer to Master as 'grandmaster.'"
Ah Dai wiped his tears and nodded, saying, "Yes, Martial Uncle."
Upon returning to the Sword Sect, Ah Dai was arranged to stay in an ordinary small room. Yan Shi's and Xuan Yue's rooms were next to his, but the Yan Shi brothers had already gone to sleep. Xuan Yue had been waiting for his return all the while.
"Ah Dai, what's wrong with you? Why are your eyes so red? Did something happen?" Xuan Yue asked with concern, seeing Ah Dai's sad expression.
