"You're unwilling?"
When Xu Qing failed to respond for a long moment, Wu Dao Ming frowned, his tone growing slightly heavier with displeasure.
"Your disciple, Xu Qing, pays his respects to Master!"
Xu Qing took a deep breath, accepted the Dapeng Order, then knelt and kowtowed before Wu Dao Ming, his voice filled with reverence.
"Hahaha…"
Wu Dao Ming laughed. "Good, good, good."
"Xu Qing."
Wu Dao Ming mused, "Is Xu Qing your real name?"
"Yes, Master."
Xu Qing said.
"Very good."
Wu Dao Ming nodded, his voice grave. "Remember this: in front of outsiders, you are never to mention the name 'Zhou Guo.' And you are certainly not to say you have any connection to him."
"Furthermore."
"If anyone asks, just say that I met you on my travels and gave you a Dapeng Order, thereby making you a True Disciple of the Dapeng Martial Arts Hall."
"Yes, Master."
Xu Qing nodded.
"Mm."
