"Doing chores like fetching water and cleaning up, Shiluo is quite capable. But I'm afraid that it might delay his martial arts training. Ancestor Master Uncle, do you have any lighter tasks?" Zhao Hong, for the sake of his grandson's future, set aside his pride.
The middle-aged, robust man smiled slightly, "There actually is a task. The Fungus Meat Field is short of one person, let him take over there. Moreover, I will take Shiluo as a registered disciple as a way to repay Brother Qiong for saving my life back then."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Hong was overjoyed, and he quickly pressed Zhao Shiluo's head down to kowtow three banging times to the middle-aged, robust man.
"Thank you, Ancestor Master Uncle, for your graciousness. Shiluo will definitely not let you down!"
And so, Zhao Shiluo unknowingly took on a master and incidentally became a menial worker at the Fungus Meat Field.
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