Zhao Kuan copied the drawing he had already completed onto a canvas. After confirming there were no errors, he put down his pen and withdrew; his task for the day was finished.
Seeing this, Zhao Rong glanced around. Noticing there were only a few of them in the room without any elders, he promptly put down his pen and asked, "Brother Kuan, Uncle Ming asked us to join the world to support our third sister, but haven't we already been helping her? How exactly are we supposed to join the world?"
Upon hearing this, the other young members immediately looked at Zhao Kuan, "Yes, how exactly are we supposed to join the world?"
Zhao Kuan had been kneeling for a while; his knees and neck were sore. He stood up and twisted his neck, saying, "Before, it was for a bet. This time, Uncle is asking us to genuinely help our third sister, or rather, to earn her approval through our efforts."
"What does that mean?"
