"...Ale, don't you want to go worship at a sect and cultivate? Seven Star Gate is a good place. Dad can pay them a sum of money and become one of their shareholders. Then we can enter to apprentice and learn the arts."
Sky Mist Valley.
Fang Family's Residence.
In a luxurious backyard, the pot-bellied middle-aged Fang Shan, fan in hand, was fanning his only son Fang Wenle, who was lying leisurely in the shade eating grapes. As he fanned, he said, "Dad has plenty of money. By buying more shares, I can have a say at Seven Star Mountain. When my boy goes up there to learn, he definitely won't suffer hardships."
"What Seven Star Mountain? What shareholders?" The carefree young master opened his eyes in surprise, waved his hand to stop the maidservant from feeding him grapes, and asked.
