Life hurries by like a swift horse passing a slit, how precious are these moments of joy.
Both understood this and cherished it immensely.
After the meal.
Wang Ba recounted the matter concerning Wang Qingyang.
"Dad, you're only in the early stage of Golden Core and you're already taking disciples?"
Wang Yi'an couldn't help but show his skepticism, "Aren't you leading disciples astray?"
"Wang Yi'an!"
Bu Chan's face turned stern as she said in a cold voice,
"Your father has mastered knowledge from a hundred schools, skilled in spells and familiar with spirit food and beast control. How could he not take a disciple!"
"Apologize to your dad!"
Wang Yi'an looked unconvinced, "But my master is so powerful, he only started taking disciples when he was in the late stage of Golden Core, dad is just at the early stage, it really is too soon..."
Bang!
Bu Chan's palm slammed heavily on the table made of Class III spirit wood.