The Eccentric Swordmaster, Part I

The man calling him Feng Tiangsheng grinned down at Wu Jian, who could only stare up at him through his mask. Was he serious? He wanted to make Wu Jian his apprentice? Who even was this guy? Wu Jian had so many questions.

“… Why do you want to make me your apprentice?” asked Wu Jian.

“Bwa ha ha ha! Why are you asking something so stupid? You should just feel honored that someone as great as myself would deign to take you on as an apprentice.”

Wu Jian stared even harder at the man as he threw his head back and laughed. He looked away to study the hut once more. It was a nicely built hut and well-furnished, but it was much smaller than something he’d expect from an elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Speaking of, was this man even an elder?

“Fine. Then let me ask you this. Why should I be your apprentice?” Wu Jian decided to change his question.

“Hmmmm.”