Mo Yanchi looked at Bai Zhi'er, his beard slightly curling in a smile.
The more he watched this precious disciple, the more satisfied he became.
Such a joyous occasion, yet the little one just sat there obediently.
On the fair and round little face, there wasn't a trace of euphoria.
Mo Yanchi nodded in secret approval.
Unperturbed by honor or disgrace, with a calm mind, excellent, truly excellent!
Bai Zhi'er blinked her big eyes, finally understanding that Uncle Beggar was not a beggar, but her teacher.
Now, he was going to take her as his Closed-door Disciple.
The little one quickly crooked her small finger, signaling him to come over.
Mo Yanchi walked over swiftly: "Zhi'er, do you have questions about this matter?"
Bai Zhi'er stood up, tiptoed, and whispered: "Uncle, when I take you as my teacher, do I need to kneel?"
Mother said that if an ordinary person can't handle her kneeling, it would shorten their lifespan.
Mo Yanchi was taken aback.
