Li Yi had entered a time of fantasy.
So many strange thoughts bubbled up in his mind, he had encountered too many bizarre incidents recently, and he began to doubt the reality of it all, even wondering if he was possessed by a ghost, and if everything unfolding before him was an illusion?
Seeing Li Yi standing there in a daze, motionless, Zhao Ge immediately coughed softly twice, "Li Mengde, could it be you think I, Zhao Ge, am not qualified to be your master?"
Li Mengde?
Who's that?
Oh, I remember now.
Mengde is myself.
Li Yi promptly stopped his fanciful thoughts, and hastily replied, "Uncle Zhao, not at all, you saved my life, and I am deeply grateful. What's more, Uncle Zhao, you are taking me as your disciple, which is for my own good. I cannot thank you enough, how could I possibly think that Uncle Zhao is not qualified to be my master? It's just that I have some personal reasons which made me hesitate."
