Looking at Zhang Zizai, whose eyes were red and tears were slowly falling from the corners of his eyes, the old Celestial Master was instantly dumbfounded. He did not expect that his long-winded words would actually make his precious disciple cry. This was too ridiculous.
He had seen Zhang Zizai since he was young. His personality was not the kind that would shatter at a touch. In the past, not to mention nagging, even if he was beaten up by his fellow disciples after angering them, not long after, he would shamelessly go to play with his fellow disciples.
But what was wrong with him today? He didn't say anything heavy. Why was he crying?
However, at this moment, the old Celestial Master could not care less. It was not easy for him to find such a precious disciple. He was still waiting for the other party to take over his position as a Celestial Master.
