"That manuscript map?" Zhuo Qunfeng gasped. "But that's the adventure journal you had painstakingly penned in! It has been your treasured possession for more than a decade now! How could you just give it to a buffoon like him? Why don't we just give him a copy…"
"Shut up! Don't you think the trouble you've gotten into this time is big enough?" Zhuo Yaolong said. "The person who can hurt you like that is in a class on his own! Even a moron would know that this is not a common man! If you bring him a copy, he might not believe it's real! And even if he did, because of your lack of sincerity, he might not cure you completely! Then, you would only be undermining yourself! If it was not for the fear of this happening, I would have already gone down the mountain and captured him myself! Do you understand now?"
Zhuo Yaolong looked at his grandson though narrowed eyes.
