Dongfang Sansan's Helplessness, Part Two

"Hold it!"

Feng Han waved a hand, and a dense wave of force lifted Fang Che upright. He glared fiercely. "I knew you were going to kowtow. You really have no shame, do you?"

"I already told you—I don't take disciples!"

Feng Han's tone grew heavier.

Fang Che revealed a pair of pitiful, innocent eyes like a helpless little deer.

Feng Han nearly spat out his food. Pointing angrily, he said, "With the looks you have right now, don't use that expression on me!"

Fang Che immediately said, "This disciple will restore my original appearance at once..."

"Don't!"

Feng Han promptly stopped him. "I don't want to know!"

He frowned. "I don't want to have anything more to do with you."

Fang Che looked aggrieved. "Yes, Old Sir. Your guidance over these past few days is something I'll never forget for as long as I live. Although Old Sir looks down on this disciple for being foolish, in my heart, I'll always respect you as my master."

Feng Han sighed. "Forget it. How about this? I'll pass on a set of the Illusionary Ethereal Art to you. It can replace your original disguise technique. Moreover, I can agree to one request of yours. That is... if you truly want to call me Master, then after you become a Saint Emperor, you may exist as my nominal disciple."

"Thank you, Master!"

Fang Che's face lit up with delight.

"Call me Old Sir for now!"

"Yes, this disciple will remember."

"Heh..."

Feng Han inexplicably felt a little regretful. In his view, this fellow was currently a seventh-grade Saint, yet he already gave Feng Han the distant feeling of a Saint King. At this rate, he probably wouldn't need more than a few years to reach Saint Emperor.

That was why he had