"Will you accept me as a disciple?"
The boy's face was filled with thrill. He immediately knelt beside Wang Xian with a pair of eyes filled with anticipation.
"Stand up!"
Wang Xian looked at him and patted his shoulder gently.
"Master, if you don't take me as your disciple, I...will not stand up!" The boy said to Wang Xian with some obstinacy.
"That would depend on your performance!"
Wang Xian looked at the boy with a smile on his face. He repeated, "Stand up now!"
With some hesitation, the boy stood up slowly. He supported his numb feet with his hands before he picked his sister up from the ground.
Wang Xian nodded and turned to the middle-aged man and the other boy. Then, he told the boy beside him, "Duel him. Hit him just like how he did to you!"
"Master...he..."
The boy looked at the middle-aged man and hesitated.
"It's okay!"
Wang Xian shook his head and continued, "He has a backing, so do you!"