Chu Zhiwei was a famous master. He was known as the strongest of his time, the stories tell that when he was just sixteen he fighted one of the Demons Kings and killed him. And with just seventeen years old, he had saved Li City from demonic cultivators.
Because of his deeds, a lot of cultivator begged him to teach them, but he only accepted one disciple- when Chu Zhiwei was thirty years old, he became Shi Jian's shizun. Some people say that he did this because the boy was the young master of Dragon Mountain, the biggest Sect on the cultivating world, but the master always said that they were wrong. He accepted Shi Jian because he felt that this boy would change the future.
So, since the disciple was twelve years old, Chu Zhiwei would teach him, and because the lessons were difficult, he became one of the best disciples in just four years.
"Shizun! It looks more as torture than teaching!"
And today, was another day of cultivation.
"Less talking and more concentration, Shi Jian. You have to study hard if you want to improve. With your strenght of now, you couldn't even win a fight against a worm."
Today's lesson was quite... impossible. While holding ten pouts of water, the disciple needed to deflect his master attacks without spliting a single drop of water.
"It is so difficult, I am starting to think that shizun is doing this just to use as an excuse to stab me!"
"Shi Jian, you are my most annoying disciple."
"I am the only one!"
Chu Zhiwei lowered his sword and sighed, his eyes lost in the sky, "Let's stop here if you think this is too much. I suggest that tomorrow, when you come to train again, you don't act like a baby."
Shi Jian opned his mounth to reply but stopped because fighting his master wouldn't be worth it, now he could just think of meeting his friends to hang out. "This disciple thanks master." after bowing and greeting Chu Zhiwei, the disciple went running away before his master could change his mind, only having the last sight of his master sighing lost in thoughts.