"Oh—so that was it!" After hearing Yuan Ya out, Xiao Hua finally understood why Yuan Ya could be so kindhearted at times, yet so extremely guarded at others.
But then he found it rather strange. Yuan Ya had only briefly said that he had come out of the jungle, yet he had glossed over why he had left and what had happened.
"Master..." Having finished recounting his experiences, Yuan Ya asked again, "Are you willing to teach me fist techniques?"
"To be honest!" Xiao Hua answered Yuan Ya without the slightest politeness. For a child like him who had grown up in the jungle, straightforwardness was what they liked best. "You are not yet worthy of becoming my disciple! I... have never considered taking disciples either! Besides, your current master is Daoist Master Xiao. If you leave Daoist Master Xiao and enter under my tutelage, that would be the grave sin of betraying your master and forsaking your ancestors!"
"This..." Yuan Ya scratched his head, somewhat puzzled. "I can more or less understand what Master means by saying I am not worthy to be your disciple. But... why would learning fist techniques from Master make me guilty of some great sin? Besides, I never intended to leave my master!"
Xiao Hua did not know whether to laugh or cry. Waving his hand, he said, "You... do not understand this. Ask Daoist Master Xiao when you have the time! If he agrees, this old man can consider teaching you a move or two first..."
"Alright~" Yuan Ya was quite obedient. He nodded docilely, stood beside Xiao Hua, and said softly, "Master often scolds me for having no brains! But I do not get angry. I know I understand very little, and I have been working hard to cultivate according to Master's