The traitor dealer clutched at the bedpost and wailed for a while before he dried his tears and stood up, asking, "Where did Third Master spend his last days?"
Ye Qing gave him the address of his old home. The traitor dealer memorized it and then asked, "When Third Master passed away, was there anyone with him?"
"Only me," Ye Qing replied softly, reflecting on how solitary Third Master Li's twilight years were. If not for Ye Qing's company, he would have been truly alone.
The traitor dealer glanced at Ye Qing and asked, "Then, who buried Third Master?"
Ye Qing replied, "The whole village was involved."
The traitor dealer asked, "The person who wore mourning was you, right?"
"Yes," Ye Qing replied.
"That's right!" The traitor dealer nodded and said, "That means you are Third Master's successor!"
"What successor?" Ye Qing was puzzled. The old man had said it, and now the traitor dealer too. What exactly did that word imply? What exactly was being passed on?
