If the troublemaker were anyone else, he would’ve flown into a rage already; no one would consider it a strange urge if he brandished a sword with intent to kill. But this troublemaker just happened to be his very, very favorite, most precious disciple, and the very, very distinguished, most precious son of another. He couldn’t beat him, he couldn’t yell at him, and he most definitely couldn’t kill him. Rather than kill him, he’d more likely kill himself!
