Chapter 60 One Heart Crisp

This, this seems a bit chaotic.

Kongming, the elder Taoist's brows twisted into a "Chuan" character.

Does this mean, if my teacher successfully passes on the Path of Artifact Refining to little Ping'an, then Ping'an would be my teacher's registered disciple, on par with me, and becoming my father's martial uncle?

Isn't this what Dazhi playfully referred to as—super-generation-skipping?

At this moment, the usually unflappable heart of Kongming couldn't help but be caught between laughter and tears.

Yun Zhongzi pointed his finger forward, and several bamboo leaves were plucked from the void, weaving into a small seat that grew swiftly upon catching the wind.

By the time the seat landed, it had transformed into a normal size.

Yun Zhongzi moved forward to take a seat, gently shook the hem of his Daoist robe, and asked with a smile,

"What, you have so many disciples in your sect, and yet you can't part with one?"

"I can! I certainly can!"