Zhuang Hong casually hooked a finger, and Yin Zizhong rose to his feet uncontrollably.
Yin Zizhong said in delight, "You agreed to take me as your disciple? I knew you would! So my destiny is tied to you. So this is the moment when I truly take flight.
"Just as I thought, everything has already been destined. I am walking a difficult yet magnificent path."
Zhuang Hong waved a hand. "Stop, stop, stop! What destiny? What taking flight... I have no idea what you're talking about. And I never said I'd take you as my disciple and teach you spells. My Flying Sword ability is innate. You can't learn it."
Yin Zizhong chuckled. "If I can't learn it, that only means I haven't worked hard enough."
Zhuang Hong was speechless again. He always felt that there was something wrong with this boy.
"Anyway, please teach me. As long as you are willing to teach me, I will definitely be able to learn it. I believe in my own abilities."
Yin Zizhong amused Zhuang Hong, and he simply said, "Fine, we'll see. I'd like to see just how hard you can work to learn a Flying Sword you can't learn."
Zhuang Hong ignored Yin Zizhong and forced himself to suppress his disgust toward the Infected Giant Wolves as he walked toward the five wolves.
Yin Zizhong immediately followed behind him and explained, "These High Mountain Giant Wolves have caught Ash Disease. You can take a look, but don't get too close, or you might catch it by accident. That would be troublesome."
"Troublesome? Didn't you say that catching it meant certain death? Is there a cure?"
"There is basically no cure once you catch it. I'm worried about you. I don't want you to get sick. I sincerely want to learn