Jing'er's Grandmother's disappointment flashed away, and she smiled. "Big Dipper, this old woman truly hopes to see the Big Dipper Sect rise again—to see whether my Jing'er... can become the backbone of the Big Dipper Sect!"
As she spoke, she looked fondly at Jing'er, who nestled beside her as though listening to a story.
Zhang Xiaohua said with a smile, "He will. He will. Rest assured, Elder. Once I get the Big Dipper Sect in order, I will teach Jing'er the methods of cultivation."
Was that not exactly what Jing'er's Grandmother had been waiting to hear? She gave Jing'er a push. "Jing'er, why aren't you hurrying over to acknowledge your master?"
Jing'er froze, then immediately dropped to the ground, preparing to kowtow.
Zhang Xiaohua was startled and hurriedly leaped aside. With a wave of his hand, Jing'er could not bow down at all. He quickly said, "Elder, Elder, please don't do this. How old am I? How could I take a disciple? I haven't even mastered my own martial arts yet!"
How could Jing'er's Grandmother be willing to listen? Seeing that Jing'er was not kowtowing, she thought he did not understand proper etiquette. She immediately pressed down on his little head, trying to force him to knock it against the ground. Yet it was as if an invisible stone wall stood before him. No matter how hard Jing'er's Grandmother tried, she could not move his head even the slightest bit!
Seeing that Jing'er's Grandmother clearly intended to cook the raw rice into cooked rice, Zhang Xiaohua felt somewhat displeased. But when he saw how she treated Jing'er, it seemed just like how his grandmother had treated him back then. Whenever there was something that could benefit him, his grandmother would throw away her dignity to do it. For a moment,