บท 612: Twenty Thousand Years of Imparting Sainthood

Saint Woodcutter accepted his bow and said, "I don't take in many disciples. I only taught princes in the past and they don't need to pay respects to me as their master. That's why my official disciples are only you and your big senior brother. Compared to your big senior brother, you are much younger and inexperienced, so you really need to learn well. I'm not teaching you to learn something bad, I'm just teaching you so you will not be at a disadvantage."

Qin Mu blinked his eyes. He didn't seem like a sacred teacher, but instead, he was like the elders of Disabled Elderly Village.

"Sacred Teacher, what is a saint?" Qin Mu asked.

"Saint is a kind of frame of mind."