"I!"
Fu Xin's eyes reddened, and his hands clenched tightly at his sides. Instinctively, he wanted to raise them and push away the hand resting beneath his chin, but after moving slightly, he forcefully pressed them back down.
The man's clearly reprimanding words struck him like thunder.
He wanted to argue, to become angry, to question him. He had lost his entire clan, why wasn't he even allowed to blame himself?!
But the words caught in his throat.
Something about what the other man had said was right.
What was the use of blaming himself?
What was the use of self-pity and despair?
What he should do now was improve himself, properly embark on the path of cultivation, and find the real culprit to avenge his fallen clansmen!
"I, Fu Xin, wish to become your disciple! Master, please accept my bow!"
