Hearing this, Wilbur's eyes lit up with excitement. "So, sir, you're not a cultivator from the lower dimensions? Are you from the
middle dimensions?"
"There's no need to callsir. Actually, you should addressas Master."
"Master?"
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"That's right. | am indeed your master."
"You?" Wilbur looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief and then, with a bitter smile, said, "Sir, we areplete strangers. Today
is the first twe've met. How can you claim to be my master? Surely sharing a pot of fish soup doesn't make you my master,
does it?"
"Why not?" The man's eyes flashed sternly as he stared at Wilbur. "Wasn't the fish soup good enough?"
"But this..." Wilbur felt conflicted. After all, it was not normal to be someone's disciple just because of a pot of fish soup. He
was a cultivator, not a chef.
The middle-aged man stood up and walked out of the wooden house. Wilbur quickly followed and said, "Sir, thank you for the fish
soup. It was indeed delicious."
Under the silvery moonlight, the man stood with his back to Wilbur and said coldly, "Do you really think I'm asking you to call me
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmMaster just because of a pot of fish soup?"
"Huh?" Wilbur was taken aback. He stared at the man's back and asked, "If not for the fish soup, then why?"
The man sighed and a slight smile formed on his lips. "Haven't you figured it out yet?"
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