"Tong, kneel and knock your head,"
By then, Hong Wuye had also realized what was happening.
He knew of Qin Guang's identity, and an opportunity like Qin Guang actively offering to take an apprentice was extraordinary.
Any hesitation would be as foolish as having one's head stuck in a door.
Hong Xiaotong didn't understand why his grandfathers were reacting so strongly, but he never doubted his grandfather's words.
He promptly knelt and respectfully knocked his head against the floor three times towards Qin Guang.
"All right, get up,"
Qin Guang helped Hong Xiaotong to his feet: "My school doesn't have many formalities, I myself call my master an old man, so these three bows will suffice as the full apprentice ceremony."
After all, Hong Xiaotong was only eight or nine years old, and he was still confused about what this all meant.
He quietly stood to one side.
