Just arrived at the small building.
Zhang Rongfang saw his master, Chongxuan, sitting on the third-floor balcony, sipping wine, eating sunflower seeds and braised beef, smiling contently.
"Back already?" Yue Dewen said with a smile.
"Disciple greets Master." Zhang Rongfang reluctantly cupped his hands and bowed.
"Have you understood?" Yue Dewen asked.
".... disciple…" Zhang Rongfang was left speechless.
"Seems you've understood. That little head of yours, I wonder what it's thinking all day." Yue Dewen stood up, hands behind his back, and patted his disciple's shoulder.
"Being a person requires focus.
Cultivating is the same way. If one is distracted, thinking of martial arts here, cultivation of literature there, a lifetime is too short."
"Disciple understands."
"You understand nothing. Always searching for the main ingredient of the Golden Toad Skill, with such potential, yet not used on the right path.
