Chen Ze let out a soft sigh. In the child's eyes, he seemed to see the original owner's former thirst for power and unwillingness to yield to fate.
Lin Bingchun watched from the side and nodded slightly. "Fellow Daoist, this child has such resolve, and meeting you is fate. Why not give him a chance?"
Chen Ze nodded faintly, released Xiao Feng's hand, and rose to his feet. "In that case, from today onward, you shall cultivate under me. But once you set foot upon the Immortal Path, you must heed my teachings, work diligently, and never slacken in the slightest. Do you understand?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Feng dropped to his knees with a thump, his eyes filled with devotion and determination. He forcefully kowtowed three times in succession.
Yet when he reached the third kowtow, it was as though an invisible force blocked him. No matter how hard he tried, his forehead could no longer touch the ground.
Chen Ze gently raised a hand, and a soft, warm stream of spiritual power flowed forth. Like a breeze brushing past, it gently lifted Xiao Feng up. Smiling, he said, "Get up, Xiao Feng. Do not perform such a grand rite again in the future."
Xiao Feng raised his head in confusion, tears glimmering faintly in his eyes. He looked timidly at Chen Ze, his lips trembling slightly, yet he did not dare speak. His heart was in turmoil, afraid Chen Ze had changed his mind and no longer wanted him. He could only let his thoughts run wild in silence.
In the storytelling books, didn't taking a master and accepting a disciple require three kowtows?
Why could I only kowtow twice before I couldn't do it anymore?
*Could it be that the immortal changed his mind and doesn't want