"Thank you, Master, for your grace in remaking me. This life and beyond, I shall never dare forget."
Zhao Yuanshou, though just a small eight-year-old boy, was indeed a remarkable genius handpicked by Southern Lake's Zhao Family. Not only did he have an excellent root bone, but he was also steady and thoughtful, understanding gratitude and propriety.
While overjoyed in his heart, he didn't forget to kneel and kowtow to express his thankfulness toward his master.
"Good, very good."
Zhou Ping'an chuckled heartily.
Noticing the young girl Zhao Yuanke beside him watching with envy and a trace of disappointment, he instantly knew what she was thinking.
"You'll have one too, you'll have one too."
