Zhou Feng knew Wang Meng's ambitions lay elsewhere, so he had to guide him patiently. 'I'll wait for him to slowly understand the benefits of being a Pill Cultivator. Once he gets a taste of the rewards, there's no way he won't be hooked!'
"Ahem, kid, I know you have some talent and have probably been taught by an expert, but you're still a million miles away from being a Pill Cultivator. I'm strict about the work, not the person. When I'm teaching, I have a nasty temper, so you better be prepared. I won't go as far as hitting you, but cussing you out will be a daily occurrence!"
Zhou Feng said this because what he couldn't tolerate most was stupidity. Those guys at the Main Hall were always trying to shove people on him, and those idiots could drive him to his grave from sheer frustration.
Wang Meng smiled. "Old Zhou, I have a good temper. Don't worry, I won't get mad no matter how dumb you are."
