"Master, you must help me with this favor, how to break off this calamitous fate? I have only this one grandson, and I cannot let a wild ghost harm him," Aunt Wang approached the elderly Taoist, pleading in a low voice.
"Go on, what would a woman like you understand? Hurry up and make something delicious for the Master; he hasn't eaten yet," Aunt Wang's husband pulled her aside, urging her to cook quickly.
"Oh dear, look at my poor memory, all preoccupied with my grandson, I completely forgot that the Master hasn't eaten," Aunt Wang said with a slap to her forehead, smiling. She quickly walked out of the room toward the kitchen.
"Master, my child's mother also said, you must save him. My family line has always been passed down to a single heir; we cannot let the lineage end with my grandson," Aunt Wang's husband said, bending slightly and offering a cigarette.
