Lucas smiled at his enthusiastic invitation.
The swordsman stared at Lucas with anticipation, believing Lucas would not reject him.
After all, for him, to become his disciple was an honor that everybody sought after.
There have been many occasions, or even always, when someone desired to become his disciple, he rejected without hesitation.
For him, a disciple must be worth nurturing, and his talent must surpass his Master.
For the Master to waste his time and care for his disciple to teach everything in his specialization was something impossible to happen, unless the Master deemed it worthy.
Such was a special example to him and Lucas as the latter was more talented than him, and he only hoped one thing – to witness the birth of a Master and even a Grand Master.
Being his Master was a lifetime worth of bragging.
However, he was bound to be disappointed when he perceived Lucas was pointing his gaze atop the Mountain.