"You want to learn to cultivate?" Apollo raised an eyebrow.
"Yes." Don wiped the tears from his face with the back of his hand. He nodded, then dropped to his knees again, this time hitting his head against the cold ground.
His forehead immediately turned red, and the pain made him grit his teeth. But he didn't make a sound—not even a grunt. Then, in a loud voice, he said, "Please take me as your disciple!"
The shout drew the attention of passersby, but when they saw it was just two kids, they went on their way. It wasn't unusual to see children playing in the city.
"Disciple…" Apollo muttered, resting a hand under his chin. What were the benefits of accepting one? He wasn't like the Headmasters or Sir Guo, who drooled over talented individuals. In fact, he couldn't understand why they were so eager to teach him. Even Elmo and Master Popo had fought over him before, though the cunningness of the Great Serpent Headmaster ultimately won.
