Mo Zhengdong looked at Jiang Lan.
This disciple of his knew his limits.
He did not need to instruct him on too many things.
Although his cultivation was a little weak, Jiang Lan could differentiate between danger and safety.
And he could have his own ideas.
All he could do was give proper advice and some protection.
Jiang Lan was the most outstanding disciple he had ever seen, and the disciple he was most proud of.
"What's the matter?" Mo Zhengdong asked.
If there was nothing, Jiang Lan normally wouldn't come up.
Unless he had bought wine for him.
Actually, he didn't drink often.
But since Jiang Lan had already bought it, he would drink it.
After all, this was the only way Jiang Lan could think of to show filial respect.
He didn't hate it.
"I have some questions to ask you, Master."
Jiang Lan spoke softly.
Then, he roughly sorted out his thoughts from last night and continued.
