Wang Daniu looked at Wang Tingting, who had a serious face before him, and couldn't help but smile inwardly.
This disciple of his would prostrate before the master at every turn, just like a successor from ancient times, meticulously following the master's teachings as if those principles were etched into her bones.
"Wang Tingting..."
"Master, please speak!"
Wang Daniu licked his lips, feeling somewhat awkward.
"Wang Tingting, while I am indeed gratified by your respect for your master, you should understand that I am not some old antique with a multitude of cumbersome protocols. You can be more casual on ordinary days and don't need to make our status relationship so clear," Wang Daniu advised.
Wang Tingting raised her head, looked at Wang Daniu earnestly, and placed her hands over her chest as if to express the respect she held for her master's dignity.
