If he hadn't lost his mind, why did he call Feng Tianlan—who was many decades younger and leagues behind in her abilities—his master?
He must be crazy. He was definitely crazy!
The old man stood in front of Feng Tianlan and kneeled without hesitation. He kowtowed three times. "I, Pang Tai, honor you as my master."
"…" The atmosphere was filled with shocked silence.
Feng Tianlan glanced down at Pang Tai, whose forehead touched the ground as he kowtowed fervently. She weighed her options for a moment and responded faintly, "Get up."
She wasn't keen to take in a disciple but based on the current situation, it would be best for her to accept him as her disciple.
"Thank you, Master!" Pang Tai got up from the ground. His old face, which was wrinkled with age, burst into a bright smile that rivaled a blooming chrysanthemum.
