George was filled with excitement, remembering how he had once heard about the imperial custom of acknowledging a master. He hastily mimicked a fist salute and gave Qiao Jing a ninety-degree bow.
"Master, please accept your disciple George's bow!"
Qiao Jing was amused by his actions and laughed, waving her hand, "Alright, alright, dispense with the formalities in front of me."
George chuckled stupidly, "Master, what shall we do next?"
Having accepted a disciple, Qiao Jing naturally took her teaching seriously.
She first acknowledged George's merits and then pointed out his deficiencies and mistakes, carefully analyzing them.
Her words were concise and to the point, and though brief, they illuminated George's understanding profoundly.
After giving guidance for a while, Qiao Jing yawned, covering her mouth, and said to George, "Alright, digest the key points I just mentioned for now. It's time for me to catch up on some sleep."
"Okay."