Ah Lang's heart pounded after contemplating Tang Xiu's words. He was just 17-years-old and finished all the curriculums from primary school to high school in five years. He was a genius who had an amazing memory and fast comprehension ability.
He could understand the meaning behind Tang Xiu's line. In ancient times, it was said that a Master for a day was a father for a lifetime. A Master was not a teacher, nor was the one who received a batch of students and then sent them off later. One who became a Master was like a family, or rather a father, thus, a Master and his or her disciples had inseparable bond in the truest sense.
"Then I'll give it my best!" A firm look was shown on Ah Lang's face.
"An hour is 60 minutes, and four minutes have already passed." Tang Xiu smiled. "You only have 56 minutes left."
