Han Jihai put down the herbs in his hand and sized up Zhou Tieshan.
Seeing Zhou Tieshan's simple and honest appearance, a faint light flashed in his eyes.
He seemed to recall the child he saved from the Tribulation Cultivator more than thirty years ago.
"You are Zhou Tieshan?" Han Jihai asked softly.
Zhou Tieshan nodded, looking at Han Jihai with curiosity and worry.
He was afraid he wouldn't be chosen by Han Jihai and wouldn't become Lin Chen's junior apprentice brother.
"Don't be nervous, child, just take a seat!"
Han Jihai pointed to a wooden chair nearby and poured Zhou Tieshan a glass of water.
Only then did he ask, "Child, I have a few questions to ask you, answer honestly."
"Yes, Master…" Zhou Tieshan was flattered, holding the water given to him by Han Jihai, afraid to drink it.
To him, this was water poured by the Immortal Master's own hand.
Han Jihai still maintained his easygoing demeanor and asked:
"Child, what do you think of the Tribulation Cultivator?"
