"You little brat, I took you on as an apprentice as a favor to you, but who knew you'd be so ungrateful? The immortal has resolved the matter and received the offerings, where's the harm in that? I've already said it: this is borrowing openly but repaying secretly—fate! You ill-mannered thing! Hmph!" As I said this, the old man was like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly jumping up and cursing loudly.
"Whether the immortal took the offerings or not, just pour out the contents of your cloth bag and we'll see. Do you call yourself cultured by swearing at a kid like this? You, under the guise of an immortal, swindle food and drink without shame, and even scam people out of their hard-earned lifelong savings. Aren't you afraid of being cast into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, never to transcend in death?" Hearing him curse at me, I immediately flared up and began shouting back at him.
Aunt Wang heard the noise from the inner room and hurriedly ran in from the courtyard.
