First Disciple
It was like Lucian had said, he could walk out of this kitchen the same person he had always been, letting others dictate who he was, or… he could become someone great.
By taking the leap of faith, he could obtain what he dared not dream of in the past — strength. Also, his culinary skills could be elevated by many levels.
Just then, Lucian's voice interrupted his mixed thoughts, [You must decide now, Duan Mu. Time is of the essence. Do you want to remain as you are? Then, forget everything I previously said. Or, do you want to rise above the limitations imposed upon you from birth? The choice is yours.]
Duan Mu was silent as he felt his heart clench at Lucian's words. The handsome young man beside him was like the devil whispering in his ears, asking him to do evil.
The temptation was there even without the honey-laced words. Since that was the case, Duan Mu sighed, clenched his hands into fists, and looked into Lucian's sapphire blue eyes.