Tang San Kneels: A Teacher for a Day, a Father for Life

Seeing Tang San's somewhat dazed expression, Nan Feng clicked his tongue impatiently.

"What? Don't tell me you were still fantasizing that I'd use some bullshit excuse like 'heaven has its own designs' or 'I can see that you have extraordinary bones and are fated with me' to fool you?"

Nan Feng looked Tang San up and down, the disdain in his voice practically overflowing.

"Cut it out. Go look at yourself in the river and see what kind of state you're in now."

"Underdeveloped, sallow-faced, and skinny as a rake—like some little black loach. Toss you into a crowd, and even with a magnifying glass, who could spot you at first glance?"

"Taking a step back, even if I took disciples without looking at talent and only went by first impressions, you'd at least have to be pleasing to the eye, wouldn't you?"

Nan Feng spread his hands and gave an example.

"If the one standing before me were a delicate, adorable little girl who looked pitiful and lovable at first sight, I might really take her in and keep her by my side on a whim."

"But you?"

Nan Feng pointed at him without mercy. "Look at yourself. From head to toe, inside and out, what about you is even remotely likable?"

Tang San's expression froze, his little face turning red, then white.

The way you talk... is way too damn hurtful, isn't it?!

You really do poke people right where it hurts!

Nan Feng leaned in slightly and stared at him with a half-smile. "Could it be that, deep down, you think you're some chosen one, born with the aura of a king, someone people would immediately bow to and never forget at first sight?"

Tang San's eye twitched as he awkwardly avoided Nan Feng's gaze. "This junior...