Third Young Master Jun was utterly speechless when he found his teacher.
The man was basking in the sun in the park, picking at his large feet, with a ripped hat on the floor, a smattering of coins inside it. He looked every bit a tramp, yet he seemed satisfied.
"King, you don't understand. In such a place, with such a role, I get the best chances to observe the world. Nobody wears masks around a beggar. What I experience and see are all very real. I like this genuine, unostentatious feeling. It boosts my creativity and inspiration."
"Teacher, you might want to consider being a philosopher."
"Ha ha, I wish I had the caliber for it. However, living like this has been quite fruitful. The best part is that I've encountered a young prodigy who matches your talent and potential when you were young. Very promising, and so exciting!" Old Sir Vincent had a euphoric look on his face, like he'd found a treasure.
"You're taking on a new disciple?"
