Huang Fengqi gazed at Elder Guo with eyes twinkling like stars in a clear night sky, her expression comically pleading. "Pwease?" she begged, leaning closer.
Elder Guo firmly placed his palm against her shoulder, creating distance between them. "Don't come close to me, you reek of alcohol," he grumbled, settling back into his seated position with obvious discomfort.
A weighty sigh escaped his lips as he gazed into the distance. "Even if I wanted to, I can't just give him to you," he explained, taking a measured sip from his wine cup. "He is my disciple, not something I picked up from the roadside." His eyes remained fixed on the training ground below, where his two disciples continued their sparring session, Xiang Yu repeatedly falling and rising with stubborn determination.
