"Rest assured, my lord, your subordinate will do his utmost!" Sun Dafu said.
Any intentions of going easy were thoroughly extinguished.
As the saying goes, 'A poor monk may die, but Taoism will survive.' Old Mo, you're on your own now!
"Hmm," Zhang Xiaohao nodded with satisfaction.
He sat down on the stone bench.
"Xiaohao, Grandfather has seen all your hard work, and it truly comforts my heart! But becoming skilled isn't something that happens overnight. Take your time! And especially with this body, you must be careful! Grandfather knows you young people have strong energy, but you must also keep it in check," Mr. Cheng said with an implied meaning.
"Cough! Cough! Grandpa, it's not like what you imagine," Zhang Xiaohao said.
"I know! We're all men here; I understand! I was once your age too, and the attraction to new and novel things is indeed very strong," Mr. Cheng said with a smile.
"..." Zhang Xiaohao was rendered speechless.
