Li Sanjiang leaned forward, his backside suspended in the air, half-kneeling on the tiled floor marked with a circle, watching the young man sitting cross-legged in the opposite circle, his hands constantly waving around.
Look at that serious gaze, then at that solemn expression, including the small movements of his hands constantly changing, one after another, without repetition.
Hey, to be honest, Little Yuanhou really seems to know his stuff when doing these tricks!
Li Sanjiang immediately felt a sense of pride in having a successor.
But soon, this thought was snuffed out by Li Sanjiang himself, questioning what exactly he was thinking about.
Is this profession of mine a good one? It's unlikely that I'd want the kid to follow in my footsteps.
Yet, the words of persuasion were stuck in his throat, and he swallowed them.
