"Master, rest assured. Once a teacher, always a father. Since I have accepted you as my master, I will naturally seek justice for you!" Zhao Dong's eyes were resolute, his gaze as steady as iron.
Duan Qiong was silent, but his eyes filled with gratification. With talent, strength, and a grateful heart, how could such a disciple not satisfy his master?
Duan Qiong waved his hand. "Let's put that aside for now. Let's talk about you. As my disciple, I can't remain ignorant of your origins, can I?"
Zhao Dong replied respectfully, "This disciple is from East Sea. I came to Provincial City with two objectives."
"First, to find my mother, who has been missing for many years. Second, for the woman I love, Lin Qingyun!"
"Lin Qingyun?" Duan Qiong's old eyes narrowed. "No wonder the Xiao Family has been giving you trouble. It turns out you're competing with Xiao Hongtian for a woman."
"Master, if you have any reservations..."
