Zhao Ritian pleaded bitterly:
"Master, don't do this! I'll go down the mountain, I'll find someone, I'll find a pretty girl to give you a disciple-grandchild, okay?"
Hun Tiangang glared. "With your sorry state, do you think you could find a partner even if you went down the mountain? I'm helping you! The three of them are right here, so get moving!"
Long Aotian came over to console him. "Ritian, I know this is quite a challenge. If you can't give birth, that's understandable too. It just proves you're not cut out to be an official disciple of the Yan Zhao Sect, and you won't need to come looking for Master anymore. But if you do give birth..."
Even Long Aotian could not hold back his laughter at that point. He forced it down and continued, "Then congratulations. With that skill alone, you'll be invincible beneath the heavens. From now on, whenever people mention you in the martial world, I guarantee your name will shake the martial arts world and send everyone fleeing in terror!"
Zhao Ritian was sweating profusely. "Master, can I go find Senior Disciple Brother Cheng Wen and ask him for some tips?"
"Go quickly and come back quickly. Don't even think about running. In these mountains, no one can escape my grasp!"
"Yes!"
Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian caught up with Lu Chengwen.
Zhao Ritian grabbed Lu Chengwen. "Senior Disciple Brother Cheng Wen, don't go!"
Hua Xuening snapped, "Why are you blocking our way? We still have to go back and give Master a disciple-grandchild. Time is tight, move!"
Zhao Ritian lowered himself completely. "I know, I know, but Senior Disciple Brother Cheng Wen, you have to help me. Master, he... he, he, he..."
Lu Chengwen comforted him. "Ritian, I know this is quite a challenge..."