“Master, please accept my respect.”
Wang Lu had successfully used this master recruitment trick to cause a number of heavy losses of tableware and made the young girl chef somewhat at a loss.
“H-how could this be? I just sojourned at the Spirit Sword Sect to study; how can I overstep my boundary and be your master? Moreover, don’t you people from the Nine Regions highly value your master-disciple tradition? Wouldn’t doing this besmirch your Master’s dignity!?”
Wang Lu laughed. “My Master doesn’t even have integrity, where would she have her dignity? Rest assured, no harm’s done.”
“B...but.” The girl obviously still has some misgivings.
Wang Lu didn’t say anything; he just bent down and prostrated himself once more.
“Okay, okay, I get it, if it’s just the sword art training partner, I’m fine with it. But, I’m not your Master, and you’re not my disciple.”
Wang Lu smiled. “Sure!”
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In that afternoon, Wang Lu realized how fierce this Western Chef was.