"When a disciple grasps the concept, the master naturally deserves credit,"
"After my soul departs to the yellow springs, the master won't find a single fault to pick."
Uncle Fang just laughed heartily, finding his words amusing.
"If you have no concerns, Uncle, why bother with retirement?" Zhao Rong really couldn't understand.
But Master Liu was a stubborn artist, always in pursuit of perfection.
"Nephew, no need to persuade me further."
"If my heart is not in Jianghu, my body is not in Jianghu; only when both are withdrawn, can one transcend the martial world with laughter."
"In a year's time, I'll choose an auspicious day."
Master Liu then patted his arm, "Nephew, consider this my official notice to you."
"You are also the first one invited."
"When the time comes, come to congratulate your uncle."
"I'll definitely come." Zhao Rong bowed with his hands clasped and did not attempt to persuade any further.
Though he wanted to persuade in his heart, he knew it was futile.
