“Everyone did a great job. At these levels and at these ages, all of you are truly geniuses.” Zheng-Fu spoke with a proud expression about his Ten Young Demigods Squad.
“If it weren’t for Young Master helping us all, we wouldn't be able to do well like this, sir!” Ba-Xie, a kid as old as Zheng-Fu, spoke respectfully and humbly.
"Yes, sir, Young Master, if not because of Young Master Zheng-Fu, we couldn't have come to this point. The very generosity with which you allow our families to live here is very good for us. Not just that, you also allow us to practice the martial arts. In my lifetime, I will serve you until the day of my death,” the girl who liked the harp said with both respect and appreciation.
“That’s right, Young Master!!!!!”
At the end of Long-Mei's voice, the rest of the kids agreed in unison, with a face that showed no less respect for Zheng-Fu than for her. Because Zheng-Fu gave them a lot, although his training was strenuous, everything was good for them.