"Master, what was that move called? Was it the Wind-Pushing Palm?" Xiang Ming asked with bright eyes, full of curiosity.
This kid hasn't even completed the apprenticeship ceremony, yet he's already calling him 'Master.' He's been captivated by the Elder's palm technique, with stars in his eyes.
"Yes, I created it myself. Pretty impressive, right?" The Elder said with some pride, quite enjoying having a follower.
"It is impressive, but I think the name isn't quite majestic enough."
"Oh? Then tell me, what should it be called? If you come up with a good name, I'll change it according to you," the Elder replied.
Xiang Ming grinned and said, "I think it should be called Xiangming Palm. Naming it after me sounds much better than your original name."
Bang~
The Elder kicked Xiang Ming's butt, playfully scolding, "You little rascal, what nonsense are you thinking about."
Xiang Ming rubbed his butt in grievance, "If it's not okay, just say so, why kick my butt."
