Mo Qiuhua sighed lightly, forced a smile, and said, "Yan'er, my abilities are limited and insignificant. I fear I cannot be your Master. You should go to the East Spirit Immortal Pond and seek a Master more suited for you."
Tuoba Yan bit her silver teeth and looked at Mo Qiuhua in surprise, "But... Master, can you tell me why?"
"Ah..."
Mo Qiuhua shook his head with a wry smile, "Everything has its destined path. You and I are not meant to be master and disciple. As for the reason, perhaps you will understand once you reach the East Spirit Immortal Pond."
After some thought, Mo Qiuhua then took several books from his sleeve and handed them to Tuoba Yan, saying solemnly, "Although we have borne the title of master and disciple for only two or three days, I still hope you can cultivate my abilities. At least, it compensates for calling me 'Master' a few times."
