"Of course it's true. As long as you study with me, your achievements will definitely be no less than mine in the future."
Xiaoyao tossed away the branch in his hand and said with a smile, then took Nannan's hand and continued forward.
That colossal beast earlier had merely blocked their path. Anything that blocked their path had to die.
"Uncle..."
"Stop. Don't call me Uncle. Call me Master."
"Okay, Master. Once Nannan learns it, can I teach it to Brother? Nannan wants Brother to become as strong as Master too."
"Of course you can. But Master's Dao is only suited to you. Your brother may not become as powerful as you if he learns it."
Why was there a bond between master and disciple? Because every person's Dao was different. When one person cultivated, there was only one Dao; when ten thousand people cultivated, there were ten thousand Daos.
The Daos were alike, yet not alike.
And there was a certain kind of person whose Dao would always fit yours perfectly. Once such a person appeared, a karmic thread of master and disciple would form between you.
Your Dao was one they could adapt to perfectly.
That was the affinity in the bond between master and disciple.
One large and one small, master and disciple traveled for three months before finally finding a city. Within it lived creatures of every race, but they were all grotesquely shaped and incomparably ugly.
The city had the most creatures of the Demon Race and the fewest of the Human Race. On the streets, one could hardly see any humans at all.
The two skirted around those strange creatures, found a teahouse, and slowly took their seats.
"Nannan, are you hungry?"
Xiaoyao reached out, wiped a smudge of dirt from Nannan's face, and