Chapter 2525: Little Uncle (2)
Translator : MoonWhisperer, TWIP, skyrise Editor : TWIP
“Little Uncle? Cough cough cough…” the Fourth Elder was choking so much that he nearly fainted.
The Lion King called Su Luo ‘Little 1. Then that meant he, the Fourth Elder, was… The Fourth Elder pointed at his nose.
Didn’t that mean he would have to call Su Luo… 2?
Upon realizing this, the Fourth Elder was practically about to go crazy. His eyes widened until they became perfectly round, and he just stayed there motionlessly like a fool, mumbling to himself, “Little Uncle… Little Uncle…”
The Fourth Elder really wished that the scene before him was just a figment of his imagination.
Su Luo also got a fright from the Lion King’s way of addressing her.
“Lion King, this ‘Little Uncle’… Isn’t it… somewhat inappropriate?” Su Luo knew that the Lion King had definitely found out about her relationship with the City Lord, which was why he treated her so well. However, this term of address…
Unexpectedly, the Lion King stared at her with an expression that said he felt it was proper and right: “Why would it be inappropriate? It’s very appropriate.”
“How is it appropriate? Big Uncle, please don’t mess around. This order of seniority must not be thrown into disorder…” the Fourth Elder was truly about to cry.
If Su Luo really were to be his granduncle… the Fourth Elder would truly want to have a good cry.
The Lion King shot the Fourth Elder an annoyed glare: “You little rascal, shut your mouth. Go over there and cry.”
When the Lion King looked at Su Luo, he was all smiles. However, when he faced the Fourth Elder, he sent a powerful pressure sweeping over to the latter. Even though it was the Fourth Elder, he still felt his hair stand on end. Feelings of such terror arose involuntarily within him that it was as if the grim reaper was approaching.
In Purgatory City, it could be said that the Lion King was so powerful that he stood above ten thousand people.
Yet when the Lion King faced Su Luo, he was a totally kind and cordial old man.
Turning to Su Luo, the Lion King laughed heartily and patted her shoulder: “Little Uncle, you’re the City Lord’s adopted daughter, and my master is the senior disciple amongst the City Lord’s first generation of disciples. So, if I call you ‘Little Uncle’, that’s very fitting.”
Su Luo was stunned: “The first generation’s senior disciple? Then Nangong is…?”
Despite having lived for so long, the Lion King did not speak much. Nevertheless, he knew many things.
When he saw that Su Luo was interested in this, he really wished to tell her everything he knew. Consequently, he explained to Su Luo with an unceasing torrent of words: “You’re talking about that young fellow who recently ranked first on the Dragon List? Mm, he can be considered as the most outstanding amongst your adoptive father’s 10th generation of disciples.”
“10th generation…???” Su Luo was astonished.
“Of course. The City Lord accepts a new batch of disciples every 50 years, varying from three to five people. Additionally, it all depends on luck if one can become your adopted father’s disciple.”
“Luck???” Su Luo continued to be shocked.
The Lion King did not have a very clear understanding of this either. He stroked his beard and thought about it for a moment before saying, “Your adopted father… When he selects disciples, he doesn’t look at the individual’s aptitude or innate skills but rather just whether they were tied by fate. So, the disciples he accepts have a mix of individuals with good and bad innate talents.”
“Ah???” Su Luo was startled once again.
“However, once they’ve received the City Lord’s instruction, they will all find success regardless of how bad their innate talents are. Of course, that’s if they don’t die prematurely halfway,” the Lion King added.
At this moment, Su Luo thought of Nangong Liuyun’s eldest senior brother and second senior brother, as well as Li Yaoyao. Hadn’t these three all died prematurely halfway?
Speaking of which, the City Lord had not attached much importance to them. Perhaps it was because he had too many disciples.
“Oh, right. What about the City Lord’s other disciples?” Su Luo suddenly lit up. “Since it has already reached the 10th batch of disciples, there must be many senior and junior brothers? Where have they all gone? Could it be that they’ve all died?”
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