Chen Gong gave a faint smile and sighed, "Oh, my throat is parched, I can't speak..."
Zhao Xi rolled her eyes and stood up to get Chen Gong a cup of water.
"Here, it's perfect for drinking!"
"Can you speak after drinking?"
Chen Gong shook his head, "It's not that I won't speak..."
"But you see, the One Cut, it's a secret technique I teach under the table, not meant for outsiders. That wouldn't be right, would it?"
"How about... you call me 'master' and see how it feels?"
"Let's see if it hits the right note?"
When Zhao Xi heard what Chen Gong said, she almost stomped her foot in anger. She stood up with her hands crossed over her chest, looking at Chen Gong:
"You call me 'teacher'!"
"And you actually want me to call you 'master'?"
Chen Gong shook his head, "There is an order to hearing about the Way, and each profession has its specialization."
"Look at you; this is a show of disrespect for knowledge!"
