The Little Shepherd Boy, just like before, had no adornments and now had a piece of cloth wrapped around his head.
He was dressed plainly, his clothes and hair neat and tidy. His bow and formal gestures, though only recently learned, were quite proper.
Hearing this address of "great-uncle," Zhao Rong felt as though he had aged thirty years in an instant.
"Good, it's a matter of fate that you've been able to join our sect."
"From now on, you must listen to your master's teachings, study diligently and practice strenuously, and you will surely achieve impressive skills," Zhao Rong encouraged.
Fei respectfully responded.
Feng Qiaoyun then took him to find Mo Da, who was wandering amongst the caravan, "Paying respect to Grand Master."
Meeting his master's master, as instructed by his own master, the young boy kowtowed three times before the old man.
Mo Da chuckled, pulling him up and asking a few questions about his well-being.
