"Mas... Master?"
At the sight of Ye Lin, Ye Buqu rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Hadn't he fallen off the cliff and died? How could he still see the master he had only just acknowledged?
"Clearly, you have passed my test. From now on, you are the second disciple of me, Ye Lin. You also have an elder martial brother."
"I'll introduce the two of you another day. Get up now and come with me."
After saying that, Ye Lin walked out of the room with his hands behind his back. Ye Buqu touched the soft bed beneath him, then reluctantly followed after Ye Lin. It was the first time he had ever slept in such a soft bed, and also the first time he had ever seen one.
He was almost reluctant to leave it. Lying on it had felt so comfortable.
By the time they arrived in the courtyard, Ye Lin was already standing there, waiting.
"Assume a horse stance. Without my permission, you are not allowed to get up. Your talent is the worst I have ever seen. If you want to cultivate, you must put in a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times more effort than others."
Hearing Ye Lin's words, a trace of determination flashed through Ye Buqu's eyes. Without the slightest hesitation, he assumed a horse stance behind Ye Lin. So what if it was tiring? So what if it hurt? This was an opportunity he had struggled so hard to obtain.
Seeing how obedient Ye Buqu was, Ye Lin nodded in satisfaction, then went around him and entered the room.
Ye Lin found a large wooden barrel and filled it with spiritual liquid. Then he took out an ancient book and, following its instructions, tossed one precious herb after another into the barrel.