"Fine, fine. I don't know whether letting you join was the right decision, but this isn't the time for you to shine. The Supervisory Team has only just been established and is still reviewing its members. Just wait for news. Focus on your studies for now. There will be good teachers."
Mu En had spoken more today than he had in the previous half year combined. He seemed several years younger as a result, his face practically glowing with newfound vitality.
He would never admit that Lin You, that little brat, had gotten under his skin.
What the hell? He actually had the urge to pull out his cane and smack the kid with it?
"Alright! Understood!" Lin You acted cheeky again.
But he immediately remembered something and looked at Mu En ingratiatingly. "Master, don't you think that, as your disciple, having to carry bags and parcels everywhere is rather undignified? It would tarnish the name of the Dragon God Douluo. If people found out, wouldn't they laugh at your disciple for not even having a Storage Soul Tool? I don't mind embarrassing myself, but I definitely don't want to see you insulted. So, about that..."
As he spoke, Lin You rubbed his fingers together in a gesture everyone understood.
"Fine, fine, fine. I've roamed the continent for so many years, yet this is the first time someone has extorted me. And it's my own disciple, no less. I've truly broadened my horizons."
Today, Mu En had not only been forcibly made someone's master for the first time, but had also been asked for a gift in recognition of the apprenticeship. No one else had ever received such treatment.
Since when did masters give gifts to their disciples?
Shouldn't disciples offer gifts when taking a master?
Looking at this little