A teacher for a day, a father for life!
The audience burst out laughing and flooded the livestream with barrages:
"Fucking shameless!"
"Sword Saint: Since when was that a rule?"
"Han Yuan, get up! Stab him to death with one sword!"
"Not bad. As expected of you—truly shameless."
"Yi Xiaofeng really knows how to seize an opportunity. Anyone else would either panic or grin from ear to ear, but he stayed so calm and composed!"
"Warning! A massive wave of Yi fanboys is coming!"
Facing Yi Xiaofeng's rule, Han Yuan took a deep breath and said, "I will abide by the rules of the sect."
Rules like this were far too common in the Cultivation World.
Not just in the Cultivation World—martial arts circles were the same.
The bond between master and disciple could even surpass that between father and son.
"Change how you address me," Yi Xiaofeng said calmly.
Han Yuan bowed again and said, "Greetings, Master!"
Seeing how decisive and resolute he was, Yi Xiaofeng suddenly felt dazed.
At first, he had found Han Yuan laughable.
But when he saw Han Yuan bowing his head in reverence, he suddenly felt that he had underestimated him.
Han Yuan's yearning for the Sword Dao and the Sword Saint far exceeded his expectations.
If it were him, it would be difficult for him to bend his knees.
"Continue practicing your swordsmanship," Yi Xiaofeng said softly, his expression easing as well.
Han Yuan rose and walked aside, continuing his sword dance.
Under the moonlight, the youth in red was as graceful and elegant as before.
Bowing and becoming Yi Xiaofeng's disciple seemed not to have affected him at all.
Yi Xiaofeng continued cultivating to recover his strength.
Before long, he heard notifications that players had been eliminated.
Three players had been