Wait, this scene seems familiar. Malin sighed , while having to place the book in his hand onto the shelf that Mana had transformed into, and then with a slight gesture of his small hand, Jin Weili started cruising back. The young man landed on the ground and clung to Malin’s leg as if his life depended on it, crying like a panda — his eyes were both blackened, clearly from a beating. The burly old man from the Jin family walked into the rest area: "Don’t just stand there watching, everyone, move back a bit." All the legendary and semi-legendary spectators in the rest area immediately dispersed. The old man drove everyone away, then turned his head to look at Malin: "Sir, please don’t protect this brat of mine who deserves to be punished." "Ah, did he do something wrong?" Malin asked with a face full of surprise. Honestly, if someone else had said something about this kid, Malin wouldn’t really believe it, but this was Jin Weili’s own grandfather, so Malin didn’t know what to say. However, considering that Jin Weili had always been a good boy in Malin’s eyes, a fan of comedy, Malin wanted to get to the bottom of it. Then the old man threw a medal onto the ground: "This little bastard, he falsely made a medal for the sake of face! This is a fake medal! The real one has a small circle of text on the inside edge, detailing the achiever’s birth date and name! But on his medal, the details are in the center! Even the front pattern is wrong!" After saying this, he took out another medal, this time he solemnly handed it over to Malin with both hands. Malin took it and examined it, indeed finding what the old man described. Then Malin used his spiritual energy to pick up the supposed fake medal the old man mentioned... it was indeed as he said. "I think there might be a misunderstanding," Malin said, looking at the old man—because Jin Weili’s wailing was giving Malin a headache. Although Malin couldn’t really understand what the boy was saying with his ears, he could understand with the help of spiritual energy translation, which worked wonders — "Jin Weili said the medal was personally awarded by Sage Yu and Sage Qian." "Sage Yu and Sage Qian?" Malin noticed the old man’s significant pause when Sage Qian was mentioned. "Yes, he said it was Sage Yu and Sage Qian, and he also said you could ask them." Saying this, Malin straightforwardly opened a teleportation channel and poked his head through it. Sage Yu was over there giving a lecture to craftsmen. Seeing Malin’s head emerging from the blackboard, he curiously smiled a bit: "Lord Malin, what brings you here?" "I wanted to ask if you have ever awarded Jin Weili an Excellent Service Medal." "Yes, and I even had Sage Qian write a letter to Jin Weili’s family to prove that he truly deserved the medal, considering how ill-tempered the old man from the Jin family is. If they didn’t know the truth, I feared there might be trouble." At this point, the smile on Sage Yu’s face gradually disappeared because he saw Malin’s helpless smile. "Trouble did happen." One question, one answer. Sage Yu dared not continue the lesson, delegated the class to his Chief Apprentice, and followed Malin back to the rest area. By this time, the old man from the Jin family was already impatiently grabbing his grandson’s legs, with Jin Weili clinging tightly to Malin’s leg. When Sage Yu emerged from the channel, he conveniently ended up sitting on Malin, who was slumped on the sofa. The atmosphere turned very awkward for a moment. The old man from the Jin family saw Sage Yu and halted his actions, picking up that medal: "Sage Yu, is this really what you awarded to our Weili?" "Indeed," Sage Yu said, pulling out another medal from under him: "Old man, this one was awarded to you by the previous generation, Sage Sima, I presume?" "Of course!" The old man raised his head proudly. "That explains it. Sage Qian and I used a different mold to create our medals, the markings on the front, between two strands of rice, depicted books and a craftsman’s hammer, while Sage Sima’s medals depicted crossed swords and a firearm." Sage Yu, talking , smacked his forehead: "Why am I explaining this to you and the Jin family? Have any of your ancestors ever received a medal from our lineage before today?" The old man pondered for a moment and shook his head. "Then it’s clear, your grandson is the first in your family to receive an Excellent Service Medal from our lineage." By this time, Malin could finally sit back on the sofa, applied a medium-healing spell to Jin Weili, restoring his face, then patted the young man’s shoulder, who was still sobbing: "Old man, you should apologize to your grandson too." "...How could I! I cannot apologize to him!" The old man started to quibble. Malin snorted, and with a mere glance, the old man’s face swelled just like his grandson’s earlier, then he started soaring, just like his grandson before, flying out of the rest area at subsonic speed. "Ah! Grandpa!" Seeing his grandpa flying farther away, Jin Weili was a bit worried but was ultimately pressed down onto another sofa by Malin: "Your old man deserves a lesson this time, don’t worry, I controlled the force with my spiritual energy punch." Just as Malin finished speaking, they heard a scream from afar. "Where is that place?" Malin asked curiously because he heard women screaming. Sage Yu thought for a moment: "It’s the bath and changing rooms, currently used by the 455th Medical Corps." Then Sage Yu took over the conversation, and Malin saw the old man flying back, his face looking even more swollen. Malin tried to pretend he didn’t see. But under Sage Yu’s gaze and Jin Weili’s plea, he finally reached out to stop the old man’s flight. As soon as he landed, the old man tilted his head back, and his nosebleed gushed out in a dense stream. He looked like he’d received a solid beating, hopefully, this lesson would make him realize that everything requires asking before taking action.