Lu Chengwen pressed further. "Since you've already done it, go all the way! Get to the root of it!"
"The whole martial world looks down on Ming Disha, so you should do something unconventional. Everyone thinks making him vice dean means you're backing down, that you're helping a tyrant do evil. Then just have your grandson become his disciple."
"Wouldn't it be a shame if all his skills died with him? He's had no wife or children his whole life. If he has a personal disciple, how could he not dote on him? How could he not protect him?"
"With him standing behind your grandson in the future, wouldn't the boy be able to speak a little more boldly? He's old! He misses the past! He's started thinking about what he'll leave behind! This is an opportunity, Dean!"
Song Sheng Chaoying hesitated.
"I understand all that you're saying, but... his character. I'm afraid he'll lead my grandson astray."
Lu Chengwen laughed. "Your grandson is already rotten to the core. Morally speaking, he has nowhere left to fall."
"What?! What did you say?!"
"Just joking." Lu Chengwen said, "You can handle the moral education! Just steal his skills without learning his rotten tricks. And once they get close, won't he protect, spoil, and look after your grandson as if he were his own child? In the future, if Bu Ersun acts cute and whines a little, the old man would climb a mountain of blades to get him benefits!"
Song Sheng Chaoying seemed to have figured it out. "That makes sense!"
The disciple-taking ceremony was grand.
Bu Ersun's heart surged with excitement!
He had none of his grandfather's worries.
Who cared whether the man was good or bad? Skill came first!
Heh, my lightness skill is already excellent, and my