"Uncle-Master!"
After two years of discipleship, eight-year-old Zheng Kaixin carried his wooden sword, respectfully performing the disciple's salute. He had been taught by Long Qiu and had later formally become her disciple; since Long Qiu and Gu Yu referred to each other as siblings, that naturally made Gu Yu his Uncle-Master.
"Hmm, how have you been lately?"
"Master has been instructing me attentively, and I have been diligent and hardworking. My fellow disciples are kind and helpful; everything is good."
"Kind and helpful?"
Gu Yu couldn't help but laugh as he asked, "How come I heard you all got severely beaten by the disciples from Ying Yuan Hall?"
"That's temporary. Once we've mastered the essence-consuming method, it will be our turn to beat them severely."
Zheng Kaixin shared a room with the other disciples and was respectful and well-mannered, clearly much more mature now. Yet this statement still revealed a hint of childlike temperament.
