"Master Xia, please don't joke."
"Without my master's approval, how dare I take on a disciple on my own accord."
Yan Chuan forced a wry smile on his face, laughing inwardly, as at this moment, these notions of 'old school,' 'master,' and 'legacy,' originally considered 'dross' and 'shackles,' became his most polite excuse for refusal.
Xia Yingxing couldn't say much, so he remarked, "Let's wait for Old Cheng to return before discussing further."
The conversation ended.
He pulled Yan Chuan to a secluded corner and said privately, "My dear nephew, your current strength is not inferior to your master back then. However, to become a true grandmaster, it's not just about boxing and martial arts, but also demeanor and impression."
"Our visits from the old guys are to build momentum for you and help you gain composure."
