"Yes, does Master Qu know him?" The Third Elder, seeing the shocked expression on Qu Shanling’s face, asked in confusion.
"I don’t know him, don’t know him. But what a great name, just by hearing the name one can tell that this person is surely intelligent beyond others, has broad aspirations, and a generosity of spirit unparalleled in the nation. One day he will surely achieve great fame and accomplish unparalleled feats, not only in Anyun Country but throughout the Holy Court Continent. A fine name, indeed, a fine name, if one could say Mu Nan is favored by fate, then this person is truly a Heavenly Star Descending." The old god-man, having been in the worldly society for many years, naturally knew some things should not be said, yet he did not skimp on his words of praise for Han Yan.
The Third Elder, Mu Huaidong, and others were stunned once again, and so was the newly returned Mu Nan: Is this really about Han Yan? Why does it sound like they’re talking about someone else?
"Master Qu, he tore someone else’s clothes." Mu Huaidong did not know what else to say, he could only highlight the main point.
"Well torn, well torn indeed, this is unrestrained and extraordinary, just what I said earlier, those who will achieve great things are not ordinary, they must possess a great spirit and do what ordinary people cannot. I thought it strange earlier, given Mu Nan’s fate-favored life, he should not yet possess such spirit; now I understand, indeed there is another." The old god-man suddenly slapped his thigh, continuing his endless praise, "This person may seem absurd to you now, but one day he will soar to the skies and astonish everyone." These last two sentences were not just nonsense from the old god-man; they were truly what he deeply believed.
Old god-man Qu Shanling firmly believed that one day Han Yan would shine brightly and astonish the world.
Mu Huaidong almost fainted, hearing this, it seemed like in order to achieve greatness, one must tear someone else’s clothes and behave scandalously in public, should I also find an opportunity to tear someone’s clothes? What nonsense is this?
But it seemed like everyone else was still bewildered by his words, thinking there might be some reason to them.
Mu Nan didn’t say a word, turned, and walked back.
"Where are you going?" Qu Shanling asked.
"To throw up again. I drank a few extra cups earlier, I can’t take it." Mu Nan responded.
It was truly disgusting; even if one wanted to flatter, there was no need to be so shameless. Mu Nan had heard of face and bone reading, but reading names was new to him. If it was that easy to descend as a Heavenly Star, everyone could just stop doing anything and ensure their sons have good names. Anyway, Mu Nan was completely sickened by the old god-man’s shamelessness.
Did this kid even drink earlier? Everyone was a bit puzzled.
"Right, Third Elder, you mentioned earlier there was another matter." Qu Shanling himself felt he might have exaggerated too much, so he changed the subject.
"Yes, there is one more thing, regarding my fourth son." Speaking of this, the Third Elder set aside his scattered thoughts and his demeanor became grave.
"What happened to Uncle Four?" Mu Nan just came back and asked, hearing him mention the fourth son.
The Third Elder had four sons, Mu Nan’s father being the third; his youngest son, referred to as the fourth son, was named Mu Ziqing, only seven years older than Mu Nan. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI[F]ire.net
Although a generation older, being relatively young, Mu Ziqing never put on airs and had a very straightforward personality, which made him quite popular among the younger relatives.
"A few days ago, your Uncle Four went to Shanyang City to procure a few types of medicinal herbs our storeroom was lacking; he should have returned several days ago according to the schedule, but we’ve still had no contact. I’ve even sent out a Messenger Eagle, but it hasn’t returned; I’m afraid something might have happened," the Third Elder said.