"Mom, what kind of mother talks about her own son like that? If I were really such a failure, why would Master take me as his disciple?" Chen Ahmao's face couldn't hide the embarrassment as he raised his voice and shouted.
As a result, he didn't pour the water steadily, spilling it all over his hand and screeching in pain from the burn.
Chen Ahmao's mother, the deputy director of the local hospital, was quite well-educated. It was unexpected that she would have a ruffian for a son.
At the moment, seeing her son's pathetic state, she was speechlessly holding her forehead repeatedly.
Chen Ahmao's father chimed in, "Though it's a bit presumptuous to ask... Master Chen, are you... really not mistaken?"
"Cough, cough, cough..." I was just drinking water when I suddenly choked on it.
Chen Ahmao hurried over to pat my back, "Master, are you feeling better?"
"Otherwise, it's just out of pity for him," Chen Ahmao's father said, frowning deeply.
Entering the Mystic Sect is usually by inheritance within prestigious families.
Ordinary people can't even touch the threshold, even if it's hereditary.
There's innate superiority and inferiority, all down to fate.
I've seen Qingyang and Zhang Zidao both succeed in studying Geomancy, resulting in lifespans far exceeding that of ordinary people.
The rest are nothing more than average, leading unremarkable lives.
Otherwise, Zhao Zheng of the Ten Thousand Poison Hall wouldn't go to such lengths, trying every trick in the book, to extend Protector Zi Shan's life.
Most people are mediocre; truly gifted and exceptional talent is rare.
What I value in Ahmao is his seemingly frivolous but very determined nature, "Ahmao does indeed have talent."
"Master, do you really mean that?" Chen Ahmao's eyes gleamed, surprised at his own self, "Damn! I thought... you accepted me... because I pestered you to death, and I wore... you... down..."
He stopped mid-sentence, feeling as though two cold stares were directed at him.
Looking at his parents with faces dark as thunder and brimming with speechlessness.
Chen Ahmao awkwardly laughed and rubbed his nose, then scratched at his exotic bird's nest hairstyle.
"You two can rest assured, I am truly sincere in taking Ahmao as my disciple," I said earnestly, unable to look at Chen Ahmao losing face in front of his parents.
With his smarts, he's even inferior to Yu Er, yet he follows me, a halfway Mysterious Art practitioner.
In the future... I really don't know what I'll manage to teach him...
I feel somewhat sorry for the gift his parents have sent!
Chen Ahmao's parents probably spent half their lives troubled by their good-for-nothing son, but upon hearing my words, they wore expressions of profound gratitude, which soon turned to worry again. For more chapters visit novel-fire.ɴet
Dad Chen said, "My son is truly incorrigible. If he does anything out of line, feel free to discipline him, to beat him if necessary!"
Mom Chen said, "He's always causing trouble, a total troublemaker. Please take extra care of him and give him more chances. He has never been one to learn, always living off us without schooling or work. It's only by sheer luck that he's finally set his mind on something. To be honest, it feels like he's living in a daydream."
Uh... Why do I feel like I've got a long road ahead of me...
Do Chen Ahmao's parents see me... like a juvenile detention center?
"Don't worry, if Ahmao dares to give up halfway and go back to being a little hoodlum, I'll make sure to break his legs," I answered with a smile.
Chen Ahmao's legs trembled with fear, his face turning the color of iron.
But Chen Ahmao's parents were profoundly grateful, "We're really putting you out, Master Chen. We couldn't handle this wretched boy, and now you are burdened with him! You've already saved his life, and yet he's dragged you into this, making you worry about his future... We truly can't thank you enough."
"Enough, Mom and Dad, stop with the tearjerker act. Go on home, I've got important things to ask the master," Ahmao, getting a bit annoyed by his parents' constant nagging, pushed them towards the private room door while making facial gestures at me.
His eyes were practically begging me to say something on his behalf.
I said, "Aunt Chen, Uncle Chen, you go ahead. I have a few words to give to Ahmao."