Ma Lingyao, who was reheating the dishes, saw Pharaoh return and immediately asked, "How did it go?"
Speaking, Ma Lingyao leaned in close to Pharaoh and whispered, "My apprentice isn't bad, right? I've thought it over; even if he doesn't want to become my disciple, I'll impart all my skills to him. It doesn't matter if we're just student and teacher, as long as my abilities can be passed on..."
"Pass what on!"
Pharaoh almost shouted in anger, startling Ma Lingyao.
"What's wrong? Is there something not good about Zhang San? Is it his character? Or are there problems with his lifestyle?"
At this moment, Pharaoh was still angry and simply gave his assessment, "Nothing but demon talk; utterly unfilial!"
Ma Lingyao had seen Pharaoh get angry before. When the two first met, he had seen Pharaoh enraged because one of his disciples had broken the law.
But he had never seen Pharaoh this angry.
