Book 15: Chapter 89
“I’m amazed you’re Ming Feizhen’s disciple…”
Li Zizi not only had a likeable appearance, great manners, and spoke with grace as well as courtesy, but he also had a childish tone that made him easy to like. Having said that, it was the palm strike he performed to stop Ling Jialan before that impressed her the most as he surpassed what she was capable of at his age. She suddenly realised that she didn’t know Ming Feizhen very well besides his affiliation with Liu Shan Men and Mount Daluo. The hard thing to accept wasn’t that Ming Feizhen could teach well, but that he was always giving surprises.
It was one thing to have an Emei disciple specialise in swordplay and fight similarly to a Shaolin disciple, but it was nowhere as surprising because it was rare for someone not well-versed in martial arts to know so much about the pugilistic world, be indifferent to people, yet be extremely proficient as a doctor, and speak absolute tripe, yet predict things as if he had foresight. Just when she thought that was the extent of his abilities, out came a talented boy claiming to be his disciple. Plus, Ming Feizhen was still young, yet he had a disciple? All of a sudden, she started questioning if the depths of his abilities were just so deep that she couldn’t discern them. No matter how she scoured her memories, though, the only images Ming Feizhen built for himself was a jerk who abandon her in a fight, a glutton, a guy who was always sleeping, a jerk who swindled her for food. The only strength she could think of was his medical skills.
“My shifu is a great man,” Li Zizi confidently stated.
“His shifu is really skilled,” Bu added.
Honestly, Ling Jialan was expecting to hear, “It’d be a privilege to be his concubine,” after all the praise they piled on Ming Feizhen.
“I told you: I’m not his…”
“Who are you, then?”
“I’m his… friend?” After she introduced herself, Ling Jialan realised there was no need to introduce herself through Ming Feizhen, so she reintroduced herself without mentioning him.