Qin Shizhong froze for a moment, then chuckled. "Martial Uncle, why don't you try being a disciple who's only eight or nine years old?"
"Get lost!" Zhang Deming retorted with a laugh.
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Qin Shizhong was kicked out of the room. Not far from the door, he happened to run into Wang Qian, who was walking toward him.
Qin Shizhong paused. With a cryptic look, he said, "It seems congratulations are in order, Junior Sister. Martial Uncle doesn't have a single Child Attendant at the moment."
A Child, especially a so-called Child Attendant who serves directly by one's side, could in some ways be compared to a disciple—or even an Inner Disciple.
"I will always remember your kindness, Senior Brother." Wang Qian paused slightly, bowed to Qin Shizhong, and said something completely unrelated.
Hearing this, Qin Shizhong showed a faint smile. "We're fellow disciples. There's no need to be so formal, Junior Sister."
