Seeing Zhang San head back, Pharaoh nudged Ma gently and asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to take this kid as your apprentice?"
Now that Zhang San addresses Ma Lingyao as Teacher, his status is just that of a student, not even qualifying as a disciple.
Ma Lingyao, looking toward the courtyard where Zhang San had gone, nodded his head with satisfaction and delight in his eyes.
"I have two unique skills in my life."
"One is fire, the Earth Fire Forging Technique. I've taught it to a few disciples, but their talents are mediocre at best; being able to make a living with this craft is already pretty good."
"The other is wood, the Woodcraft Making Method. After gaining my third eye, I comprehended Woodcraft Making without a teacher. Although I'm not as good as that Lu fellow, my ability and insight in Woodcraft Making are such that even Mo might find them noteworthy. Unfortunately, I have not found a suitable successor."
