Master Lady Yuji's cold stare and Junior Sister Shi Qingying's sarcastic remarks seemed to make Li Huachun uneasy.
He had just sat down in the chair beside the tea table, but with a swish, he stood up again.
Without saying a word, he began to kowtow and acknowledge his mistakes: "Master, for years I have been engrossed in cultivation, and in some aspects, I have not done well enough, leading you to feel disappointed and discontent, which indeed is my fault."
"The title 'Ancestor of the Li Family' is one bestowed upon me by descendants, but in front of you, Master, I am still the same Chun of years past."
"I remember back then, I had nothing, not to mention cultivation, even getting enough to eat and staying warm was a mere luxury for me."
"I will never forget the day when heavy snow was falling, and I fainted from hunger on the street. Had you, Master, not happened to pass by and take pity on me enough to accept me as a disciple, I would have surely frozen to death there."
