'What a waste of good wine!'
Ge Changsheng let out a long sigh. He finally realized that no matter how great someone's talent and disposition, the inheritance could never be passed on if their paths didn't align.
He wanted a true Guardian Inheritor—someone who would inherit his Peak Martial Arts and protect Mingcan Courtyard for their entire life.
But clearly, Zhao Rui had no such intention.
"Elder Ge, this wine wasn't a waste. While I can't protect Mingcan Courtyard for my whole life, you've still taught me. If—and I'm just saying, *if*—you haven't found an heir before you pass on, I can find one for you!"
Zhao Rui said.
"You've really got it all figured out, haven't you! I'd rather take it to my grave than let a little brat like you get your hands on it."
Ge Changsheng shot him a glare, picked up his chopsticks, plucked a peanut, and popped it into his mouth.
Zhao Rui just chuckled, unhurried, and refilled the elder's cup.
