"No problem, I'll take it from Luo'er. When you all go back, settle the accounts with your headquarters and deduct my bonus." Yalunte said with a laugh.
"You said you would teach me swordsmanship, do you intend to break your word?" Cheng Ziang asked with a furrowed brow.
"Your skills are limited as they are. I don't have much to teach. Wait until you make some progress," Yalunte stated.
"Are you joking? How am I meant to improve without your instruction?" Cheng Ziang retorted.
"Silly boy, it's often said: 'A master leads you to the gate. Practice is up to the individual.' I cannot hold your hand through the process, any progress you make will be through your own effort," Yalunte said in a rare use of Chinese, a phrase he came across while reading Earth literature.
Cheng Ziang sighed deeply while scrutinizing him, then proceeded to say, "I get the feeling you're holding something back. Nevermind, just remember that I am your disciple!"
