Fortunately, he wasn't here to cause trouble. Seeing him stand up, South Grant looked him up and down, then said:
"Alright, I accept your apology. You can go now."
Anyway, he had already beaten him up. Although South Grant didn't have much memory of it, looking at the guy in front of him wrapped like a mummy, he couldn't help but feel satisfied.
Just as South Grant was about to turn and leave, Fly hurriedly spoke up:
"Dad South, please wait."
South Grant stopped in his tracks, looking at Fly, wondering what he was up to.
"Dad South, can I become your disciple? Since I was young, I've had a wish to become the disciple of a master, dreaming of having extraordinary skills and roaming the world with a sword."
South Grant: "..."
Roaming with a sword...
That's just foolish!
South Grant saw that this kid must've been hit so hard he lost his senses, now he was even dreaming of martial arts.
"For that wish, I'll tell you about someone who can make it come true."
