"All the expenses for Young Master Chu Ming at Baiyuan Academy are covered as well."
"Yes, they're covered."
"Not this, it's about Master!" Hou Wuchun reminded again.
"Hmm, good disciple, rest assured, I, Shao Pengshu, will keep my word and definitely take you as my apprentice!"
"Indeed, Lord Shao will be your master from now on."
"....." Hou Wuchun couldn't hold it any longer and stood up, taking a deep breath, "Lord Shao, you said if I could transcribe the subsequent cultivation technique from Brother Chu, you would call Brother Chu master!"
The voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally penetrating.
Shao Pengshu and Tan Hong, who were practicing their moves, immediately froze.
Shao Pengshu looked at Tan Hong without saying a word, as if asking: Did I say that?
And Tan Hong returned an uncertain look: Lord Shao, it seems you did say it.
Is this true?!
Shao Pengshu glanced towards the carriage through the curtain, seeing a tense, complex expression.
