Su Yi felt somewhat helpless, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
He could tell that the Emaciated Old Man sincerely wanted to take him as a disciple.
Just as he was about to decline tactfully, the Emaciated Old Man smiled and said, "Forget it. After all, this concerns the great matter of cultivation. Asking you to make a decision in haste would ultimately be inappropriate."
After a pause, he said, "How about this? If you do not mind, you may travel at my side. Whatever doubts or thoughts you have, you may raise them freely. I will answer each one and clear away your confusion."
As he spoke, his expression turned solemn. "Beyond that, I must also learn about your character. If your conduct is improper, you are destined to have no affinity with my Qing Cang Sword School."
The Yellow Robe Man nodded as well. "Senior is absolutely right."
Even the way he addressed the Emaciated Old Man had changed, as he now regarded himself as a junior.
Su Yi had intended to refuse, but upon hearing the Emaciated Old Man's words, his heart stirred.
He cupped his fist and bowed. "Then I shall trouble Your Excellency."
Your Excellency?
The Yellow Robe Man was stunned. Did this brat not know that the man before him was a sage and great expert from the ancient era? How could he still dare be so lacking in etiquette?
"Your Excellency?"
The Emaciated Old Man smiled, seeming to find that form of address quite interesting. There was now an extra trace of appreciation in the way he looked at Su Yi.
He was a sword cultivator, always fearless and unrestrained, and he most admired those with iron bones and unyielding spirit.
In his eyes, this young man in blue robes was neither