"Become your disciple?" Huo Yuhao paused, glanced at Yao Lao beside him, then shook his head. "I'm sorry, Elder Yi. I've already taken Yao Lao as my master, so I'm afraid I cannot become your disciple."
Yao Lao gave Huo Yuhao a gratified look, then rolled his eyes at Electrolux.
Well, well! I spent all that effort refining pills to restore your consciousness, and the moment you show up, you shameless old codger try to steal my disciple?
So there's no wall you can't dig out from under, only a hoe you haven't swung hard enough, is that it?
"Don't be hasty. Of course I know you already have a teacher. But that doesn't prevent me from passing my knowledge of magic on to you. A person need not have only one teacher in his lifetime."
After saying this, Electrolux turned toward Yao Lao and said with a smile, "Please don't misunderstand. I'm not trying to steal your disciple. I have my own reasons for wanting to teach him."
"Once, in the world I came from, I too was a spirited young man, known as the Son of Light. But after certain upheavals, the last traces of hope and light in my heart were utterly extinguished, leaving only endless bitterness and hatred."
"For revenge, I embraced the power of darkness. Hatred blinded me, and I believed all humans were despicable, shameless, and beyond redemption. Because of that, I did things that could never be undone. I regretted them for the rest of my life, yet could never make amends."
"The resentment in Yuhao's heart gave me a very familiar feeling. That was also part of what awakened me from my slumber. If I can teach him to release his hatred properly, without taking it out on others or letting it