Old Man Wang gritted his teeth.
You can't get the wolf without sacrificing the sheep.
Now he had three sons, two daughters, five grandsons, and four granddaughters.
His sons all lived in one courtyard.
To minimize fighting, Old Man Wang had divided off the little courtyards ten years ago.
He and his wife lived in this small wing room.
Even so, it remained unbearably cramped.
The noise of quarrels was daily.
But Dongfang Yu had separated this area with a soundproofing talisman after his arrival.
Otherwise, what could now be heard would certainly be the clanging of pots and pans and the cursing of a few daughters-in-law.
And the noise of the children.
If he followed the Young Sect Master's instructions, life for his Wang Family would soar high from this point onward.
In this, he was confident.
Because in his memory, it was the same within the sect initially.
When he first joined the sect, he was ten years old, departing at fifteen; he remembered many things.
