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Every move of Feilbolai was being closely monitored on the Light Screen by an old man. No matter how he wailed or acted out in the room, the old man remained indifferent—this old man was Fei Er Kang Qiao.
Fei Er Kang Qiao Master was undoubtedly a highly respected figure on Mars. Although he lived in seclusion, he was quite well-known in the Martial Arts Community. Despite being over 300 years old, he appeared thin and gray-haired, resembling an elderly man, yet his voice was booming, his movements swift, and he had the vitality of a young person.
This old man had peculiar habits and rarely interacted with others. He communicated solely through the Light Screen. He spent most of his time practicing in the Golden Tower, which was his home. Over a hundred years ago, he had participated in the Global Martial Arts Championship at the Mars Alliance School's arena and won that year's Mars Martial Arts Competition championship. Since then, no one had seen him leave the Golden Tower. Many writers sought to interview him but could only communicate through the fixed area of the Golden Tower's Light Screen. Over the years, numerous young people had traveled great distances to seek him as a master, only to be ruthlessly rejected by him. However, there were rumors that he harbored a deep hatred for evil; several times he personally eliminated some highly skilled Most Wanted Criminals who were despised by the Martians. Thus, at some point, Fei Er Kang Qiao gradually became an embodiment of justice in the hearts of the Martians.
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Feilbolai regained consciousness and opened his eyes to see an elderly man with white hair and a serious expression.
"Who are you?..." Feilbolai furrowed his brows and sat up, but within two seconds of this movement, he realized the situation and blurted out, "Could you be Fei Er Kang Qiao Master?!"
The old man remained silent, still looking at him with a cold expression.
Feilbolai understood and excitedly exclaimed, "Master Kangqiao, I finally meet you!"
"There are some rules," the old man said sternly. "Who sent you here? What is your purpose?"
"Oh, it was my father who recommended me to come here." Feilbolai quickly took out a letter of recommendation and handed it to the old man. "Master Kangqiao, this is a letter from my father to you."
After reading the letter, the old man's serious expression did not change as he said, "He knows I never take disciples; a letter of recommendation is useless. No matter who recommends you, I will not make an exception."
Feilbolai bit his lower lip and jumped off the bed, kneeling on one leg before the old man. "Grandmaster! Please make an exception and accept me as your disciple!" As he spoke, he attempted to bow his head to the old man but was stopped by him: "As the son of the Leader of the Fair Tribe, your status is noble; do not kneel easily. Seeking a master is a matter for someone else; my words will never change, and I do not take disciples."
Feilbolai remained kneeling and gritted his teeth, saying, “Grandmaster, I know I am the son of a leader. I have never bowed to anyone except my parents. Kneeling here is enough to show my sincerity and determination. Given what has happened earlier, I believe Grandmaster has seen that I am willing to risk my life to ask for an exception this once, to take me as your disciple. I will not let you down.”
The old man sighed involuntarily. This child was actually forcing him with the threat of death, which made him feel a pang of compassion. He said, “Well, for your father's sake, I can allow you to practice in Golden Tower and teach you some martial arts, but I am not your master.”
“Grandmaster, please take me as your disciple!” Feilbolai bowed deeply.
“I have already made an exception.” The old man did not say anything more and turned to leave.
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The old man turned around so quickly that Feilbolai did not even notice how he exited the room.
Now he was left alone in the room, but lights flickered on around him, brightening the space somewhat.
Feilbolai looked around and noticed a table in his room set with a lavish meal. At that moment, he was extremely hungry and hurried over, devouring the food on the table in a frenzy. After eating his fill, he couldn't help but complain internally: [This old man is really difficult to talk to. Even after expressing my sincerity like this, he still refuses to accept me as a disciple. How stubborn!] This young master, who was used to having everything go smoothly at home with people attending to him at all times, couldn't help but sigh, “It's easy at home for a thousand days, but difficult to take a single step outside.”
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