"Master," Ji'an said, her voice trembling slightly with genuine excitement. "If I learn this... I won't just be surviving. I could actually fight on par with the Inner Sect."
"Fight on par?" Jiu Zui scoffed loudly. "Kid, when Bai Hao swung his cleaver, he didn't just cut flesh. He severed the spiritual essence of the meat. If you master this, you won't just fight the Inner Sect elites. You will butcher them. You will take that Ice boy, and that arrogant Sword Lord, and you will teach them exactly why you never, ever disrespect the person handling your food."
Ji'an couldn't help it. A wide, feral, incredibly arrogant grin spread across her face.
The exhaustion was gone. The fear of Yan Lie and Chi Yun faded into the background.
"I accept," Ji'an said firmly, extending her hand across the table. "I accept the inheritance, Master. And I promise you, I will make the grocery bill absolutely astronomical."
