"Reporting to the Palace Master, I... this disciple... this disciple's name is Shi Ming..."
Shi Ming felt as if all the bones in his body were about to be shattered by Li Sanfu's pat, but he managed to steady himself, replied with a bitter expression.
Li Sanfu slapped Shi Ming's shoulder, intentionally testing the weight of this tall disciple. Seeing how his body trembled like a sieve and his dark face revealed a look of embarrassment, he couldn't help but laugh heartily.
"Shi Ming, is it? You don't need to feel ashamed! When I was your age, my cultivation level wasn't even as good as yours! So... your Martial Dao cultivation will surpass mine in the future. I have high hopes for you!"
After speaking, Li Sanfu patted Shi Ming's shoulder again.
This time, however, the pat was gentle, without any force.
"And you? What's your name, little guy?"
