Setting aside whether it was genuine or an act, whether it was heartfelt or had hidden traps, Lou Feng also found it difficult to understand. Yet, this indifference and calmness pierced his heart, filling him with an unspeakable desire and uncontrollable rage.
Until the craftsman's instinct completely overshadowed his pride.
Lou Feng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and bowed his head.
"Please teach me."
He said, "I want it."
I can't hear you, speak louder!
This muttering voice, what are you mumbling, go make me a dish!
He had prepared to be mocked, but Ji Jue just reached into his pocket and pulled out a notebook he had just transcribed the day before.
"Then you'll have to be patient. Its foundational theories and the required techniques are quite extensive and scattered. I haven't taught anyone this before, so if anything confuses you, feel free to ask me at any time."
