Little chubby Zhuang Chen's enthusiasm for Sword Dao was beyond dispute. After witnessing Ning Qi's sword, he even considered becoming his disciple.
Divine Sword Old Man nearly blacked out, almost fainting on the spot.
If other disciples had committed such an outrageous act, he might have already started to purge the sect.
But towards Zhuang Chen, this precious treasure, he could only feel outrage, yet was reluctant to punish him.
The little chubby boy seemed foolish when not in battle mode, so such actions were understandable.
Ning Qi found the situation amusing and frustrating. He hadn't expected that teaching the little chubby boy a lesson would nearly earn him a disciple, though clearly he couldn't accept one, as Divine Sword Old Man would be furious.
Fortunately, Dong He was perceptive. Seeing his master's expression as dark as a pot bottom, he swiftly darted over to carry Zhuang Chen away.
The little chubby boy could only gaze longingly at Ning Qi.
